#jensen x niece!reader

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Coughing and Spilling the Tea

Summary: Jensen’s daughter knows something he doesn’t.  And she can’t wait to tell him.  

Words: None

Warnings: none

“Dad!” YN yelled for Jensen.  “I have something to tell you!” She grinned as he walked into the living room.  

“Can’t talk! Emergency at the brewery!” He called behind him as he stepped through the garage door.  “Talk later!” 

“Ungh.” YN sighed in disappointment.  “Whatever.” 

“So, what’s the big news? I’m here, you can tell me!” Jared walked in and sat down next to her on the couch.  

“Hi!” YN gasped.  “Were you charmed into hanging out with me tonight?” YN laughed.  

“I wanted to.  Haven’t seen my little punk in a while.”

“I saw you yesterday.” YN tilted her head in curiosity.  

“You know what I mean.  Just me and you.”

“Oh! In that case, can we pig out on pizza and ice cream and watch terrible movies please?  Is he going to be gone for a while?” Her face went from excitement to sadness quickly.  

“It may be a while.  You tell me your good news and then I will answer your question,” he winked.  “I won’t tell your dad, promise.” 

“I heard that Danneel Harris was working on a project in Austin, and she wants to “cross paths” with my dad!  OOOOOOoooo!” YN giggled.  

Jared rolled his eyes.  

“And where did you hear that?” 

“So you have heard it too!” YN gasped.  

“For the record, no, I had not heard that.”

“You know how it is here.  Plus- the kids I go to school with are all famous people and who are in town since their parents seem to have connections and know everyone.”

“You want them to date,” Jared sighed.  “Look-”

“Yes, I want them to date.  I’ve met her, and she is nice! They would get along great! Gen knows her, right? I’m going to go ask her what she thinks.” 

“Nope, you’re staying right here.” Jared put his foot between her and the pathway to the door.  “We have pizza to order and a movie to watch.” 

YN’s face fell. 

“Gen is having a self-care night anyway.  She’s had a long week.  You can ask her later.” 

His niece grumbled and sat back down.  

“Fine,” she huffed.  

After an evening of fun activities, Jensen was still not home.  Jared spent the night at the Ackles’ home because of it.  

“I’m fourteen!  I’ll be fine!  Plus, you guys live next door, and I have my radio you gave me.” 

She dangled the two-way radio in front of him.

“I told your dad I would.  It’s fine.” 

During the night, he heard her coughing from her room.  

“Hey, you okay?” He knocked lightly and slowly opened the door. 

“Yeah,” YN rasped.  

He walked closer to her as she coughed again.  

Jared felt her forehead.  

“Yikes,” he hummed to himself.  “Where is the humidifier? Take off all those blankets, it will help with your fever.” 

“I don’t have a fever.” YN turned away from him.  “I’m fine.” 

“Wrong answer.  Let’s go, chop, chop.” 

“The humidifier is in the hall closet.” YN coughed again. 

“I’ll be right back.” Jared walked out of her room.  

He heard her groan and cough all night long.  The next morning, her dad was asleep in his room, but Jared was still on high alert for what she needed.  

“Your dad got home super late last night.  He’s resting.  Would you like met to get you some tea?” 

YN sat up in her bed.  

“That would be great,” she whispered.  

YN heard the sound of voices chatting from the kitchen.  

Dad’s awake.  And home.  

YN smiled to herself. 

“Here,” Jared slowly handed her a coffee mug with Sam Winchester on it.  

“Of course you would choose that one,” YN grinned before turning away and coughing.  

“I’m going to go home and have breakfast with Gen.  Feel better,” he kissed the top of her head and exited the room.  

A few minutes later, her dad rushed in with a wrinkled forehead and jaw clenched. 

“Jared said you wanted to spill the tea! Why would you do that? It would make a mess and leave a stain!” Jensen crossed his arms and stood tall.  

YN’s eyebrows scrunched as she tried to figure out what he was saying.  

“I’m drinking the tea because my throat hurts.  I have no reason to spill the-” YN giggled.  “OH! It’s a saying, you weirdo!  It means gossip!” 

A look of relief washed over him.  He pulled a chair close to her bed.  

“And what’s that?” 

“Your new girlfriend is shooting a movie here! I heard she wants to hang out with you while she is here.” 

“Who?” Jensen sat up, confused.  

“Danneel!” 

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omg not me freaking out that i am part of the group that gets bait gifs! FRIENDS!!!!!!! i'm fine. i'm chill. don't leave me!

This took me a minute to figure out what I wanted Sir Dorksalot to have done that was sketchy enough to have him make this face...

Watch The Fish, Jake Jensen x reader headcanon wholeass fic in bullet format because my god this got long

Warnings for mentions of masturbation and porn, accidental then totally intentional voyeurism, awkward and oblivious!Jake--so just Jake, yeah?--and smutty implications...

🥹 roommates to lovers 😊

you rent a pretty large house maybe even with one or two others at first, but they move out

jake has to use it as a crashpad sometimes because he'll be away for so long at a time, but he pays rent and the entire electrical & internet bill no matter what

you keep a fish tank in the living room

after jake comes back from months in hiding abroad away, he gets so excited to be home and spend time with his niece that he hosts an after-game pizza party for her soccer team

someone practices headbutting the ball inside and nearly topples the tank

jake catches the whole thing with his broad arm-span and a decent amount of strength just in time when it wobbles the whole table beneath it. his heart nearly stopped, and he's so grateful the glass didn't break. thank god you weren't home.

however, you insist on moving the fish to your room instead once he tells you.

jake's a little sad to see them go. he pouts so much you decide to take pity on him, buying a web cam to mount beside the tank so jake can watch them whenever he wants. he loves to do voices for each one, personalities, soap-opera-like dramatic storylines, the works

as an aside you ask him if the sound can be turned off on the camera. jake says yeah but he mostly means he can turn it to mute on his computer.

which he does, for the record, but he has to remember to do it each time he pulls up the feed of da fishies. honestly, half the time he's wearing headphones and the other half you aren't home while he puts the Marauders (because there's just one fat one) onto his third monitor for background.

so he forgets that the sound is on and a thing he might need to avoid

weeks later, maybe months, jake finally removes his headphones after a very long stint of coding, completely unaware of what time it is and that you are home in your room

at first, jake is dead convinced that some porn ad has popped up in a window behind his work, something he would go apeshit about and ransomware bomb the shit out of whoever wrote such slippery spam

the fish are peaceful as ever, blooping away whilst jake frantically closes program after program trying to find the hot chick moaning on his desktop...until it's all closed and the buzzing remains though his tower's fan stopped...then the squelching noise starts

jake is frozen in place, looking away from the fish like they're the damn problem, but he doesn't cut the feed

he...he shouldn't

he should turn it off or just mute it like he promised

and he tries

he tries really hard, gang

it's the cursor's fault that it hits the command to send the audio to his bluetooth headphones instead of mute

and he sets the headphones down on the keyboard, gnawing on his bottom lip and watching his closed bedroom door in anticipation of...getting caught, maybe? he's not sure

he watches the fish putter around like it's no big deal

which it isn't, right?

you're human. he's human. humans have urges. they touch themselves--they touch each other, too--and there's no harm in that. if anything...jake encourages it, or he would...if you knew that he knew about this

the noises are so faint from the itty bitty speakers two feet from his face, but he doesn't pick them up, still debating what to do

because there's a big difference between what jake should do in this situation and what he wants to do

he mutes audio and then cuts off the livestream

at least, that's what he did the first time it happened

he knows he's a perv. jake can't help it.

it becomes a game of sorts. it's like practice recon for learning a target's routine. not that jake needs practice at the job he already fucking has but that's how his brain justifies laying on his own bed in the glow of the fish tank feed with his headphones turned way up

he knows your bed is on the other side of your room from when he moved the fish tank in

he knows what your underwear look like from the laundry room downstairs

he knows what you smell like from the shared bathroom and the products lining your shelf

he now knows there's a bottle of toy cleaner in one of your sink drawers

and he shouldn't but he absolutely touches himself listening to you, fists himself when you're fucking a toy he imagines six-shapes-to-Sunday, teases himself when all you're doing is breathing softly from across the whole house and he's cold and covered in cum by the end

to be fair, jake hates himself because of all this, but he is now mildly addicted

he doesn't even exit out of the livestream anymore. it just stays up on his monitor like a screensaver, but he doesn't realize that once he takes his headphones out of range, the audio transfers to his speakers again

so jake goes on a mission for a few days, and at some point while you are cleaning up your room, playing music, you find two pairs of jake's socks in your load of clean laundry and go to toss them in his room...where the same music you're listening to way down the hall is playing...in sync...

you're horrified and then embarrassed and then quickly realized it might mean nothing

you have to test if it means something

jake returns from his mission on complete autopilot

just so damn tired

throws down his duffle on top of some socks he doesn't remember leaving out and just hits the shower for a long, long time

he hasn't talked to you yet

he hasn't even seen you except your car is home and your door is shut

he goes about his business

the volume on his speakers isn't high but he hears you speaking and assumes you're on the phone

he pays it no mind. he is glad to be home, glad you're fine since he's just been in a part of the world where most people are not safe.

in a weird sort of way, he feels he's earned the mundane sort of comfort that comes from "the same ol'" of this house

he's wiped out, so he crawls into bed with his headphones immediately, hair barely toweled dry, not bothering with boxers because...why make more laundry?

and then the worst thing happens

there's a man's voice coming through his headphones, and jake scowls in frustration and rage

did you go and get a fucking boyfriend? in a couple of days? or goddamnit is this some tinder shit in his home right now?

but it only gets worse

he can hardly contain himself, what with the gagging sounds and this dude telling you to take it like the whore you are, and JAKE WILL LITERALLY BURN THIS PLACE DOWN

now his ass is putting on clothes

now his ass is ready to riot

the sex gets more and more degrading; spanking noises and even choking, but not in a seemingly consensual way, which is when jake rips his headphones off, storms down the hall and barrels straight through your bedroom door

where...you...aren't

no one is. no you. no man.

just your laptop sitting on your desk near the fish tank, playing the money shot of a porn video he was just listening to

get the fuck out. get out. get out. his brain screams, and he bolts

he makes it three feet before stopping short

you're standing at the top of the stairs, a bowl of ice cream in hand, licking the spoon unbelievably slowly with your whole tongue

you're fucked. you're fucked. you're fucked. his brain adds helpfully.

"hey, jakey," you say with a smile. "whatcha doing?"

A/N: this cat is officially my reaction to pretty much everything because...well...it's very accurate.

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Marshmallow Dream

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader

Summary: A rainy day can still be a good one if the right person knows how to turn it around. Jake is perfect for that.

Word count: 2,562

Content/warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, SMUT, unhealthy eating habits, feeding a partner pizza, cockwarming, p in v sex, light nipple worship, indoor flames, what’s a word for a mixture between smut and fluff?, crying, torrential downpour, swears

A/N: Written for my 300 follower summer celebration. Prompts include: rain spoils summer outdoor plans and bonfire.

Jakey never leaves my mind. You know that. Enjoy dear hoes. I luv you. A special thanks to @stargazingfangirl18, I told you, I swear I don’t hate the CE babes😉

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Today was not off to a great start. You forgot to set your alarm clock before you went to sleep last night, so you left for work late after scrambling to get into clothes you weren’t fully sure were clean. In your haste, you forgot to grab your lunch, and with endless meetings, you had no time to go out and get one at the office, either, so you were stuck with a grumbling tummy throughout the entire day, a product of not really eating breakfast, either. You didn’t drink any water, your bottle sitting empty on the corner of your desk, and hardly had the time to stretch your legs between meetings twice, but were ready to go home as soon as the clock hit the mark.

The thing was, in your marathon of work, you’d hardly looked out the window. At some point between a call with Russia and a talk with your boss, the sky had opened up. Rain poured and hit the glass in sheets. You had no idea how you hadn’t heard it thus far. It was like a monsoon, and that’s when your phone went off with the severe thunderstorm warning. Great. Just as you were ready to head home. And to top it all off, your car was at the far side of the parking lot because you got in so late today. If one more thing went wrong, you were going to combust. You just knew it.

You looked out the window one last time, gathering your things, and let out a huff. Well, fuck it. The weather report you pulled up on your phone showed no signs of stopping for the next several hours, which was a total contrast to the way it said clear skies earlier this morning. Might as well make a run for it then, before the nearby river flooded the parking lot and engulfed your car. You just needed to get home. That was it. It would be fine.

Well, it wasn’t really fine, was it? Your drive home took way longer than usual, as you passed accident after accident, causing traffic and a slow meandering pace. You would’ve rather had that instead of crazy drivers, though, who went way too fast for weather conditions like this. But every call you tried to make home to Jake failed because of the cloudy skies disrupting your signal. And then, your phone died because you forgot to charge it last night, of course.

You finally returned home an hour later on a drive that was supposed to be twenty minutes and parked in the driveway, throwing your forehead on the steering wheel. You were trying to build up the courage to go inside. It wasn’t because the rain was still pouring. Your clothes, and now your drivers seat, were already thoroughly soaked, but it was the fact that Jake’s niece was there.

She wasn’t bad, or a terror, she was actually a delight, but after the day you had, there was no way you held the energy to keep a smile on and entertain her. With a sigh, you opened the door, rushing into the house, hoping you, and your resolve, didn’t crumble from the rain.

Jake was in the kitchen stretching out pizza dough when he heard the door open. He brushed off his floury hands on his apron before untying it and hanging it on the hook, meeting you in the hall.

He’d expected you to be home awhile ago, and none of his calls and texts seemed to be going through, but he’d figured you were just running late, and apparently he was right.

The view he was met with was…out of the ordinary. You were standing there, work bag in hand, soaked clothes draping off your body, and hair matted down as your shoulders slumped. Normally, he would’ve laughed at the sight of you looking like a drowned rat, water dripping onto the floor in a puddle, and especially if it were one of his buddies, but when he caught a glimpse of your face, he came rushing towards you.

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

His hands flew to your shoulders as he checked you once over, trying to see if anything was physically wrong. You shrugged and shook your head, then tried to give off a fake smile, although it was more of a grimace, in anticipation of his niece running in your direction at any second.

“Nothing, nothing Jake. Just a long day at work, but where’s our little visitor, is she excited for a sleepover?”

You were looking over his shoulders back into the house to see if she was waiting somewhere else, but it was quiet, besides the faint music playing from the kitchen speaker.

“No, baby. The concert got rained out so my sister and her friends are staying home. So it’s just you and me tonight. And if I’m being honest, you look like you need it.”

You dragged your eyes from the floor up to meet his. His brows were pulled together in concern, bright blue irises darting all over your face from behind his glasses. At his care, you couldn’t help how you broke down.

You threw your head into this neck and sobbed as Jake pulled you closer, one hand flat and rubbing you between the shoulder blades, the other cradling the back of your head as you let it all out and told him about your day where nothing could go right.

Rain water was seeping into his clothes from yours, but that was the least of his worries right now. Jake was so sweet about it all, comforting you and whispering reassurances of active listening in your ear, holding you tight until your shoulders stopped shaking from the gasps.

“I know, I know, baby. It’s okay. You’re home now, I’m gonna take care of you, alright?”

He pulled away and put his hands on your cheeks so you could see him. “Why don’t you go take a shower. I don’t care if you strip right here, I’ll take care of it all. I’ll lay you out some dry, comfy clothes, finish up dinner, and you and me can have a nice, relaxing night together in the living room. Sound good?”

You sniffled and nodded your head, as Jake softly smiled at you and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “Atta girl. Take as long as you need to, okay? There should be plenty of hot water. You do what you gotta do. And if you need me, call my name.”

You shuffled off towards the bathroom, shucking off your clingy clothing piece by piece, leaving a sopping wet trail, as Jake got to work.

When you emerged from your shower into the steamy bathroom, a warm, plush towel and clothes were sitting on the sink. You reveled in the softness and the scent of the materials. The sweatpants and shirt laying there, folded with military precision, were Jake’s. Your favorite. You brushed your hair and slipped it on, along with a nice pair of fresh socks and padded out to the living room.

You expected to see Jake just lounging there, one of his favorite discovery shows on the TV, but you were met with something totally different. Definitely not your everyday view. The first thing to hit was was the sweet smell of tomato sauce. The next thing you noticed was the video of a crackling bonfire playing on the TV, and in your line of sight just below that was a pillow and blanket fort made out of the couch. Emerging from behind the sheet that served as the fort’s roof popped a set of frosted tips, slowly ascending, making way for your boyfriend’s smiling face.

“Hi honey, all better?”

You nodded and beamed back at him, happiness rising in your stomach, dissipating the storm clouds that had overtaken your mind all day. You waltzed around the end of the couch and over to him, when your eye caught the spread on the coffee table: fresh, homemade pizza next to a sweet-smelling lit candle and a tray with all the necessary materials for s’mores, beautifully and methodically arranged. It must’ve been what he planned to have for his niece, especially if the rain had held off enough to make a fire in the backyard, but it didn’t cheapen the gesture at all.

Your eyes began to tear up, and you pointed your gaze back to Jake, seeing his nervous and tentative demeanor. You didn’t think it was possible, but you loved him more right now than ever before. You needed him right now, more than you’d realized, so you pounced, tackling the heap of muscle into the pile of pillows scattering the living room, turned on by the domestic gesture.

Jake was taken aback, eyes wide in surprise before they fluttered shut when your lips greedily met his. He was pinned down, almost, your hips straddling him as your hands roamed everywhere, pushing up his shirt so you could tuck your fingers under the band of his underwear and sweatpants, shoving them down his thighs. You were speaking in whispers while still keeping your mouth pressed up against his.

“Thank you. It’s perfect. I love you. Need to show you.”

Jake hummed and pulled away from you as much as he could, gasping in deep breaths and watching the way your hand stroked up and down his length, already half hard from your actions. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping the motion as he pressed his eyes closed and swallowed, gathering himself.

“Baby, baby, wait. Hold on. I get it, and I appreciate it so much that you wanna make me feel good, but I need to take care of you first. You need to eat.”

You whined, hand still trying to move despite his soft, yet strong hold on you. Jake let out a small huff with the little hopeful smile he gave you, but you were unrelenting.

“If you really cared about me, you’d be inside me right now, Jakey.”

His face grew into a mischievous grin. “I’m going to try and not take that as a jab at the significance of the beautiful spread I made for you, but that’s besides the point. I think we can find a compromise, honey.”

His hands stroked over the softness of your hips as he looked up at you with a raised brow. You bit your lip and leaned in for a peck, nipping at his lower lip as you retreated, relishing in the groan he unsuccessfully stifled.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Your voice was smooth and sultry, in contrast to the rough, strained words that came out of Jake next.

“Yes, baby. If you’re good, you can warm my cock while I feed you pizza, which I slaved over all day, and you and I can make some candle s’mores. And once you’ve had your fill and I decide that your soft tummy is nice and full, you have me for whatever you want. Deal?”

You tapped a finger on your lip, acting like you were contemplating the flawless offer, before nodding and leaning in for another kiss. “Deal. But I refuse to lift a finger. Gotta save my energy to ruin you.”

You didn’t miss the way Jake’s teeth gritted in restraint at that statement, but he nodded. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now open up, love.”

You didn’t miss the double entendre as he helped you to slip off your sweatpants and comfy underwear. You resettled into this lap and closed your eyes, just letting yourself feel him as his tip caught your entrance, slowly sliding in and stretching you as you did your best to release all the tension in your body to take him as deep as possible.

Four slices of pizza and some progressive squirming later, you were leaning in to kiss Jake, testing the waters with a circle of your hips. His fingertips dug into your ass as he gave you a warning glance.

“Not yet, sweetie. S’mores first?” You huffed, but assented, leaning back as he shifted forward to gather everything needed, holding the marshmallow on a small stick above the flickering flame. You made one, as well, for him so the two of you could share in having them at the same time.

The background held the sounds of rain pelting the windows, mixed with the crackling fire of the TV, while you waited for the marshmallows to toast.

Jake fed you a bite first, though, watching as a string of marshmallow pulled from between your mouth and his fingers before kicking up onto your cheek. Your eyes squinted slightly at the interesting flavor as Jake’s thumb swiped off the melted mallow and rested at your lips. You took his finger into your mouth, looking straight into his eyes but he couldn’t pull his eyes from your lips, as you released his thumb with a pop.

Jake smiled up at you again, this time with eyes half-lidded as you felt his dick twitch inside of you. “How is it, honey?”

You huffed a small breath out of your nose as you laughed a little. “Waxy.”

Jake winced at your admittance and the way your body shifted as you turned around to look at the candle. You faced him again as he set down the s’more.

“Marshmallow dream.”

Jake tilted his head to the side. “What? Is that like a new nickname for me or something?”

You giggled and shook your head. Jake admired you as he observed your response, a satisfaction brewing deep inside of him that he helped you reach this good mood again after the day you had.

“No, silly. It’s the candle scent. Marshmallow dream. Although, I don’t think it would be an inaccurate name for you. You’re a big softie, and totally dreamy. Not to mention sweeter than any treat.”

You wrapped your arms around Jake’s neck, leaning in for another slow, deep kiss, smile still on your face as you listened to his soft breaths become moans, then groans, then near-growls as he devoured you.

Jake flipped the two of you over and you squealed at the sudden motion, feeling the pillows cushion your back. You needed that, though, as his first thrust hit you hard, practically knocking the wind out of you as you screamed in pleasure. Jake couldn’t help the way his pent-up energy manifested. All that self-control had to go somewhere, but now he was smoothly rolling his hips against yours, keeping you filled and beyond satisfied. His fingertips traced up your hips and soft tummy, pulling your shirt up with them, as your hands ran through his hair.

He pushed the fabric above your chest, leaning in and sucking a nipple into his mouth, massaging the other in his hand as his tongue danced across the skin. Your breathing was getting heavier by the minute, music to his ears as he turned his head, face still pressed to your soft skin.

“These, baby. These are my marshmallow dream.”

You giggled and slapped his shoulder playfully, allowing him to continue on, take whatever he wanted because he deserved it. And he did take you, all night, shrouded in a pillow fort of comfort, fairy lights, and unbridled love.

Bonus A/N: I’ve had an idea similar to this swirling in my head for awhile, I think I said something of the like in an ask, but I can’t find it now. Anyway, when a candle burns, wax vaporizes, which is why it likely caught on the marshmallows hovering above the flame. Yuck, but at least the candle fit the theme? 😂

Related: Jake’s Rough Days That Should Be Me

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Cool Rider Barber Shop & Hair Salon Masterlist

A series of stories based around a Grease-themed barber shop and hair salon. All employees of the shop/salon use the names of characters from both Grease and Grease 2. The whole shop is done up in a Grease theme with T-Bird chairs for the barber shop side and Pink Ladies chairs on the salon side.

A Dream on a Mean Machine (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Bucky's going on his first date since being freed from Hydra's control. What better way to start off on the right foot than getting his hair cut and a shave? He'll even meet the owner of the shop/salon named Stephanie Zinone.

Part One

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You're the One That I Want (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Steve's been coming to the shop ever since he met the famous Stephanie on that fateful day during the Attack on New York. She's been promising him he'll eventually find the right one for him. One day, he comes into the shop/salon and meets her newest hire: Sandy Olsson.

Story coming soon.

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Was It Love at First Sight? (Dennis Baker x Reader)

Dennis Baker has shed his past life with his wretched ex. Now, he's starting anew as a new employee at Stark Industries. However, when Tony gets a look at his sad attire, Dennis is dragged to the Cool Rider Barber Shop for a makeover. There, he meets cutest colorist who loves his shirt: Frenchy Facciano.

Story coming soon.

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Met a Boy as Cute as Can Be (Jake Jensen x Reader)

Jake's been a pen pal with a woman calling herself Marty Maraschino for a few years now. When he's visiting New York with his niece on a school field trip, he stumbles across the Cool Rider Barber Shop and Hair Salon during some downtime. He's more than a little surprised to find himself face to face with the cute receptionist, the very same woman he's been exchanging letters and emails. He can only hope he can live up to what she's envisioned of him.

Story coming soon.

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Cool Rider's Employee List

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When It All Falls Apart - Chapter 13

Pairing- ex!Jensen x Padalecki Reader

Word count- 4,363

Warnings- Some language. Dealing with a breakup. Sad reader. Angst, If I missed something let me know!

A/N-Jensen finally realizes how bad he screwed up, but someone else is coming in for the reader's attention. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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A ringing phone wakes you from a deep sleep Saturday morning, you fumble to answer it not bothering to see who it is.

“What?” you finally groan out when you hit the right button.

“Well good morning to you too, little sis,” Jeff greets you on the other end. 

“It’s Saturday, I don’t have to work.  I was sleeping, Jeffery.”

He just chuckles on the other end.

“What do you want brother dear?”

“Your niece and nephew have been asking about you.  I wondered if you had any plans today, or if you would like to come over and hang out?  I’ll even make you lunch before I send you home.”

When you don’t respond right away he continues.  “Did you fall back to sleep on me?”

“I’m thinking.  Yes, I’ll come over, but only because Tyler and Katie want me, and because you’re feeding me.”

“I thought that might get you.  Bring your suit, I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Alright, see ya.”

With a groan you push yourself out of bed to get yourself ready.  You’re looking forward to seeing your niece and nephew, but your bed had been so comfortable.  Forty minutes later you are stopping for a frappuccino and bagel before arriving at their house.   

It’s maybe thirty seconds after you pull in the driveway, that the front door opens and two excited children run out to greet you, with their father watching from the porch.

“What, I don’t get you running out to greet me at my car too?” you tease Jeff, walking up to the house.

 “Uh no.  I don’t think you ever have, or ever will.”

“Fine, whatever.  You don’t love me I get it,” you tease.

“You’re so dramatic.” 

The two kids are telling you all about the plans they have for you today.  The list is a long one and you aren’t sure one day is going to be enough to get it all done.  Tyler wants to show you his newly rearranged room, so that is stop number one.  You leave there with a handful of hot wheel cars he wants to play with.  Of course Katie isn’t going to be left out and her room is next.  She shows off a new doll she wants the two of you to play with also. 

When you reach the living room Mary Jo is just coming in the front door from a store run.  You go offer to help carry in the bags, but Jeff waves you away to go back to the kids.  Sitting in the living room you take turns playing with the toys they each chose.

It doesn’t take too long for the both of them to become bored and want to move on to something else.  Jeff suggests swimming, and everyone changes into their suits and head out back to the pool.  Your brother gets in the water with the kids first and you follow.  MJ sits on the steps watching.   As you are playing with Katie in the shallow end, your sister-in-law questions you about working on Walker.   

Tyler wants you to come swim with him, so you and Jeff switch places, and you play around with him in the water.  When the kids tire out, their parents call them up on the deck to sit and try off while Jeff goes in to throw lunch together.  Tyler is already trying to figure out what you can all do next before he is halfway through his lunch.  He isn’t very happy when MJ tells him his food needs to settle before he can start running around playing tag like he was hoping.

You end up staying until after dinner and the kids wore both themselves and you out.  Back in your apartment you curl up on the couch with a movie when your phone beeps, signaling a text. A smile crosses your face when you see the contact name you gave your new costar.

Toby C- Any plans tomorrow?

Me- Oh yeah, super busy!  Sleep in, possibly watch a movie or if I get up the energy go workout.  What’s up?

Toby C- I heard tonight there was some Summer night thing, it ends tomorrow.  Wasn’t sure if you would be interested?

Me-Maybe…

Toby C- Am I supposed to persuade you somehow?  If so I’m going to need some help with how to do that.

Me- Haha.  What time?  If you tell me before noon it’s an automatic no Mr. Allen.

Toby C- How’s 4?

Me- That could work. Do you want to meet there?”

 Toby C- I’ll pick you up, send me your address.  

Me- Done, See you tomorrow, have a good night.

Toby C- Night.

Turning the movie back on, you look up Summer Nights on your phone.  Hot Summer Nights is something the city has apparently put on for five years now.  There are 12 different venues which host different live acts each over four days.  Pulling up the list of venues you aren’t familiar with any of them.  There are a couple that interest you and some that might be a little much, but you’ll see what Keegan is thinking tomorrow. 

The ringing phone wakes you from a sound sleep Sunday morning.  With a frustrated groan you reach for the offending device from your night stand and manage to answer it without opening your eyes.

“This better be important,” you growl out to the person on the other line.

“Well good morning to you too,” comes with a chuckle from the other end.

“Seriously, Jared?  Why are you calling me this early?  It was Jeff yesterday, now you.  If you two keep this up, I’m going to be an only child.”

“Okay, nine am isn’t that early.  We have earlier call times through the week.”

“We do, that’s why I like sleeping later on the weekends.”

“Yeah, yeah, when you have kids that doesn’t happen.  Do you want to come over this afternoon?  Hang out and have dinner?”

“Thanks, but I already have plans.”

“Real plans, or eating popcorn on your couch plans?”

“Real plans, after I get more sleep.  Thank you, but maybe another time.”

“With who?”

“Ugh, does it matter?”

“Just making sure you’re safe.”

“Keegan, happy?  I’m going back to sleep now.  Bye Jared.”

You hang up before he can say anything else, rolling over you try and go fall back to sleep but it doesn’t happen.  Giving up an hour later you drag yourself from the bed and change into workout clothes to take some of your morning frustrations out on the spin bike in the workout room. 

After showering, laundry and going over the script for this week’s scenes take up the rest of your day.  Just before four there is a knock on your apartment door, opening it you welcome Keegan in.

“Hey, come on in.”

“Hi, thanks.”  He takes a look around slightly shocked, “Um, nice place.”

“It’s small, I know.  That’s the first thing everyone notices.”  Picking up your purse you turn back to him.  “Did you already have a venue in mind you want to check out?”

“I thought it was just music downtown?  I thought the flier I saw said something about coming downtown to check out live bands, I guess I didn’t read too far into it.”

“I pulled it up last night after you texted.  There are twelve different venues with live acts.  Some smaller, some fairly big.”

Grabbing your phone off the table you pull the site back up to show him.  He takes a minute to look through it before turning back to you.

“Have you been to any of these places before?”

“I haven’t, but I didn’t think the last one listed sounded bad.  It’s supposed to be a smaller venue, they serve food, and are featuring different types of music.  The other one.”  You have to look over his shoulder at your phone to find the name.  “That one, The Green Jay seemed similar to the first.  The others all talk about multiple stages and big parties.  I think those might be kinda packed.”

“You’re probably right about that.  Okay, let’s check out, what’s the name of the first one?”  He looks at the screen, “Valhalla.”

Taking out his own phone he types in the address to pull up directions.  They two of you exit the apartment and after you lock up he follows you down the steps.  Getting in the car, you hear his phone announce the bar is 8 minutes away.  He pulls into a parking lot on the corner across the street from the bar.  Looking up, you see The Green Jay is across the other street.

Keegan waits at the front of the car for you and the two of you make your way toward the first stop, to find that they don’t open until 6 pm.

“Oops, guess we should have checked that huh?” you say sheepishly, turning to him.

“Probably.  Well, let’s try the other one.”

That one opens at 5pm, the two of you have forty minutes to kill.  Looking around at your surroundings you see an open business across the street. 

“We could go to the Chess Club.”

Keegan looks at you with raised brows, “I think I’ll see what our other choices are first.”

Turning the other way you see a number of people down the street.  “Stubb’s Bar-B-Q, is down there.  It’s another venue, maybe they’ll be open.”

They were, and also already packed at the outdoor stage.

Inside the bar wasn’t too bad, but the outside area in front of the stage was packed.  Going back inside you find an empty table and sit down. A waitress comes over for your drink order and Keegan adds an order of Nachos. 

“No sense drinking on an empty stomach.”

“You’re a smart one Mr. Allen.”

The drinks arrive and he looks around the restaurant, a band is playing in the background.   “So you live 8 minutes away and haven’t been to any of these places?”  he questions with disbelief.

“Well, I haven’t even been living there a month yet.  I was staying with Jared before that, it’s probably 25, 30 minutes from there.  I was living at Jensen’s place first, when I moved here from LA.  He might have ordered from here before and picked it up, but I don’t think we ever came down here.”

“I didn’t mean to bring up that.  I um…”

“Heard the gossip about that breakup?  It was announced on TV, so it doesn’t really surprise me if you did.”

“Sorry.”

You just shrug, not wanting to get into it too much and bring the mood down.  “How are you liking Texas so far?”

“Good.  Not quite as crazy as California.”

“True.  Which is nice sometimes.”

“It is,” he agrees.

“So where did you find to call home while you’re staying here?”

“I’m leasing an apartment at The District at SoCo.  It’s like 2-3 minutes away from your place.”

“I’ve driven by there, looks nice.”

“It is.  Clean, roomy.  I like it.”

“That’s good.”

The nachos arrive and the conversation slows.  A little after five the tab is paid and the two of you make your way over to The Green Jay.  

The place is already filling up.  You ask Keegan to find a table and you grab some soft drinks from the bar to start.  Trying to slow the pace of your night out.  While at the bar, you find out they don’t serve food but allow you to bring it in from other local restaurants.  The band takes the stage and it’s so loud you aren’t able to hold much of a conversation.  After listening to a few songs from their second band of the night, Keegan asks if you want to check out Valhalla, which should be open now.  

The bands there are just staring for the night, and the place is still fairly empty.  Grabbing drinks first the two of you make your way to a table.  Keegan notices some foosball tables off the side and challenges you to a game.  He ends up winning two rounds and you go back to the table to put in a dinner order.  While you wait, you talk Keegan into an air hockey game.  This time you come out the victor.

When dinner arrives you make your way back to the table and enjoy the music while you eat.  It’s after 9, when the two of you are finally ready to head out.  

Getting to your apartment complex, he walks you up to the door, before saying goodnight.

“Thanks for hanging out with me tonight.”

“It was fun.  Thanks for inviting me,” you respond.

“We’ll have to plan something else again.  See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, have a good night, drive safe.”

“Will do.  Night.”

You wake up Monday to a number of Instagram notifications on your phone.  Opening up the app as you get out of bed you see Keegan tagged you in a post last night.  There are some videos and photos from the different bars, you never even noticed him taking any. Scrolling through he has pictures of the various bands, a video of you singing along with a song, you standing at the air hockey table looking away from the camera, and one with the outside of each bar.

Fun night exploring more of Austin.  Thanks for the company @Y/NPadalecki  

You skim the various comments as you're brushing your teeth.  There are more than a few that question if you two are dating now and if that’s why you broke up with Jensen.  Shaking your head, you continue to get yourself ready for work. 

The morning on set goes by quickly, as you are walking to the catering tent Keegan comes up beside.  

“Hey, can we take lunch in your trailer or mine?  We should talk.”

“Okay, yeah, sure.”

When you both have your food, he follows you over to your trailer. As he sits across from you at the table you speak first.

“Is something wrong?”

“Not really, maybe, I don’t know.  I’m not sure if you were on Instagram today, or…”

“I was.”

You notice the brief frown on his face before he hides it. “I saw some of the comments about the two of us dating, and I realized we never really talked about what we were, and what that was.” 

He looks up at you, but you stay silent to see where he is going.  Your mind is racing, you aren’t sure if you are ready to get back out in the dating pool yet.

“When I asked you to go with me I was asking as a friend, I didn’t mean to lead you on.  We’ve just gotten along so well on set, and I don’t know many people around.  I thought we could be friends, hangout and whatever.  I have a girlfriend, it dawned on me this morning I don’t think I ever told you about Ali.  I’m sorry.”

“Honestly, I wasn’t thinking along those lines either.  I’m not sure I’m ready to get back out there yet.  I could use another friend though, I don’t know too many more than you do here.”

“Friends?” he questions.

“Friends.  I’d like to hear more about Ali sometime. If she's in town sometime maybe we could all hang out.”

“I think she’d be okay with that.  I’ve told her about you.”

Going back to your food, it isn’t long before you are being called back to set. While you are packing up at the end of the day, there’s a knock on your trailer door. 

“It’s open!”

Your brother walks in a moment later. 

“Hi.”

“Hey Jare, what’s up?”

“So how was your night out?”

“It was fine.  I’ve never been to that part of downtown before.”

“So you and Keegan, huh?”

“Jared Tristen Padalekci, don’t you dare even start with me, don’t go there.  Whatever it was or is or isn’t, is no one’s business but our own.  I’m not involving you in my love life one way or the other anymore.”

You know there is nothing between the two of you, but you don’t want your older brother’s opinions or interference either way.  He stands there staring at you a moment, slightly taken back. 

“I just want to make sure you don’t get hurt again.”

“I do appreciate that, but if there was something to tell, I would do it in my own time.”

He stares at you for a moment, “alright, fine.  Leaving it alone.  Do you want to come over for dinner Sunday? We were going to tell Tom about the baby.”

“That’s a family moment, I don’t want to intrude.”

“You are family too.  Plus Jeff’s family is coming. ”

“Then sure, just let me know what time.”

The rest of the week went by quickly, you were on set everyday this week.  Thursday is a lighter day for you.  Gen and Jared have a few scenes, so you hang out with Tom in your trailer while they are busy.   He helps you pick out what dessert to make for Sunday. 

“I want that one!” he exclaims pointing to a cake. 

“The orange one?”

“Yeah! Can we have those on top too?” He points to a cupcake with orange chew candies on top.

“Alright, let’s see what that cake entails.  I’ll see if I can find the candies.”

The cake he chose is an orange dreamsicle with orange cream cheese frosting. 

“I think it’s doable buddy.”

“Can we have it tonight?”

“Um, no.  It’s going to be for Sunday.  But we can go see if they have any cookies at craft services.  How about that?”

“Okay,” he reluctantly agrees.

After returning to your trailer with a cookie or three, Tom settles down on the couch and eventually drifts off for his nap.  You go over your scenes for the next day until Gen comes to take him home. 

You’re grumbling to yourself as you walk through the crowded grocery store late Saturday morning. You should have come after work yesterday and it wouldn’t have been so bad.  You’re trying to grab a few groceries for your apartment and the ingredients for tomorrow’s cake. Somehow you spend almost an hour in the crowded store, before you are finally on your way back home.  Stopping at a nearby sub shop, you grab lunch to take with you. 

Once the groceries are put away, you pull up the directions for the cake and pull out the ingredients needed.  Thankfully the apartment actually came with two round baking pans.  When it’s in the oven you set out the frosting ingredients that need to rise to room temp and collapse over on the couch. 

When the cakes are out you whip up the crumb coating frosting so it’s ready to go when the two layers cool. The orange layer of filling is next.  As you are working you realize just how much you miss having a normal size kitchen, and your own pans and utensils. This little one really isn’t meant to spend much time in. 

You hit the apartment gym while waiting for the crumb coating to harden so you can finish the frosting.  Returning later, you clean up the kitchen after the cake is finished, hit the shower and spend the evening on the couch watching Hallmark.

Over at Jared’s house one excited Tom is waiting for his Unca Jensen to arrive.  Watching out the front window he excitedly yells when the familiar truck pulls up.

“He’s here, he’s here, he’s here!”  He waits for the truck to stop before running outside, Jared right behind him.

“Tom, how’s it going buddy?” Jensen asks, picking him up and carrying him toward the house.

Little man wastes no time filling him in on the week he’s had. Jensen greets Jared as he walks up to him, and the three retreat into the house.  Tom is showing off a new toy and telling him about a blanket fort he built with his dad one night. When it becomes obvious the young boy has some energy to burn, they change clothes and move down to the pool.

It’s later in the swim when Tom brings up his Aunt Y/N.  Jared notices the quick look of sadness that comes across his friend's face, and the way he has to look away.  The two of them haven’t talked a lot lately, and none of it’s been anything very deep.  Gen told him what was said when she picked up Tom, and he is wondering exactly what Jensen might be thinking about his sister.

When Tom tires of the water and they get out of the pool, he decides to bring it up.  Making sure his son is occupied with his toy in the yard he turns to Jensen.

“Gen told me about the conversation the two of you had last week.”

Jensen looks up at his friend, but doesn’t speak.

“I’ve heard Y/N’s side of things, and I know what happened here, but I haven’t really heard much of yours.”

Taking a deep breath Jensen looks over at his friend, “What do you want me to say?”

“The truth, what happened?  I really thought she meant something to you, or I would have put up a bigger fight when you first told me you wanted to ask her out years ago.”

He thinks over how he wants to explain everything.  “Honestly, I didn’t realize how bad things between us had become until after she left Toronto. I really never meant for things to go as bad as they did. I got so caught up with trying not to screw up and piss anyone off on set, and get along with them all, I…I just lost sight of the people who were most important to me.”

He brings back up the Dark Angel set, Jared understands that, Jensen has told him before just how bad things there had been.  He can understand his friend not wanting a repeat, especially working with a much larger cast.    

“It took a few weeks after she was gone for me to get over the hurt of her leaving and breaking up.  Then I started to notice I was waiting for her to call, I realized then she was right. I expected her to call, I stopped picking up the phone and reaching out to her, I stopped putting time and effort into the one thing I should have been terrified to lose.  But I was too stuck in my head to recognize what was going on. Suddenly, I didn’t have the one person I wanted to share everything I was working hard for with. I really had nothing at all then.”

They are both quiet for a minute before Jensen continues.

“I’ve talked to Gen and Mack, I’ve told them both she deserves better than me, and she does.  But I’ve come to realize, I want to be selfish. I want her back, I need her.  I’m just not sure if she’ll take me.”

Jared studies his friend’s face and can tell he really means that.  He knows how bad he screwed up, he does seem to be hurting too.  “She is still upset, I have no idea if she will or won’t give you another shot.  If you hurt her again, I won’t be able to hold back from punching you.”

“I have no intention of messing up again if she is willing to give this another chance. But I don’t know if I can do that to her right now.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I’m going to be working in New Mexico some over the next few months.  I’ll be back and forth between here and there, then there is press for The Boys and the movie coming up later on.”

“Are you trying to talk yourself out of this now?  Or just giving excuses for why you won’t try?”

“She deserves someone who’s around.”

“That’s up to her.  Both of you understand how this industry works.  You need to decide if you really want her back before you just start playing games and leading her on.  Until you do, maybe you both need some space.”

Jared leaves Jensen sitting out there with Tom, while he goes to see if Gen needs any help with dinner.  The four of them sit out on the patio for dinner and Tom asks when Jensen is going to come back over.

“I’m not sure buddy.  I leave tomorrow for work out of town again.  We’ll do something when I get back alright?”

“How long are you gone for?” Jared asks, as he walks back over.

“I’m in New Mexico until Saturday, I fly to Dallas for Levi’s birthday, then go back to New Mexico.  I think I’m here again the Friday before we leave for the Colorado Convention.”

“So you really will be coming back here some?” He questions, trying to get a feel for his friends' plans.

“Yes.  It’s just going to be a recurring role.  They’ve already started filming, they’re done with me in early November for the most part. I might be in an episode or two filming in the spring.”

“So this one won’t be months at a time, seems like it’s already different from what you were doing earlier this year.”

After dinner Tom runs off to play leaving the adults sitting at the table.  Jared starts clearing off the table when Gen goes to get up.

“I got it, you take a break.  You’ve been going long enough today.”

It takes him a minute, but what Jared is referring to finally clicks in Jensen’s head.  “That’s right, how are you doing?  How is baby number 2 treating you?”

“We’re both fine.  Not as active as Tom was yet.  I’m sure that will change.”

“Does Tom know, he hasn’t mentioned the baby.”

“No, we're telling him tomorrow.”

Jensen helps Jared clean up before heading back home to finish packing.  His head is full with thoughts of you, and what he should do.  He knows what he wants to do, but he isn’t sure he can face your rejection, even if he does deserve it.

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 14- Coming soon

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"Almost"

THE LOSERS AU - Quick Fic

Characters: Jake Jensen x Reader

Posted: Aug 16th

WARNINGS: none

A/N: I haven't written anything in weeks. I woke up and thought of that audio emergency call and thought that Jake would fit appropriately and this happened.

For @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse cause you fed my Jake Jensen need awhile back so I am returning the favor... a Lil bit here lol

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**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

It was the third ring, how could you explain that a ring sounded desperate? Maybe it was the fact that Jake never called- he only ever texted you.

"Hey–" you answered, wincing as you realized how breathless you sounded.

There was a long pause from his side and you were about to repeat yourself when he spoke, or rather cried, "I lost my niece!" He lamented.

You blinked and pulled your phone away to stare at it before bringing it back to your ear. "WHAT?!" You demanded, stuffing your feet into your boots and shoving your wallet into your back pocket as you shut the front door to your house, already climbing into the car. "Jake.. how do you lose an entire child?!"

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A Chance At Love Masterlist

Summary: 

   Having been legal guardian to your niece for almost a year, you land a job on the set of Supernatural.  You become good friends with Jared, doing his makeup everyday but when Jensen gets back from a small break, are you able to stick to your oath to keep your heart closed?

Jensen x Reader

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Part of The Bargain

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader (Past & Eventual)

Characters: Reader’s parents, siblings, other family members (OFCs)

Prompt: Based of a scene from the 1996 movie, Twister

“He didn’t keep his part of the bargain.” 

“Which Part?”

Summary: You’re with your family for the holidays after filming the last couple of episodes for season 15 of Supernatural, when an unexpected guest come to visit for a while. Will you and Jensen be able to fix what happened a few years ago? (also idk if the reason why they separated makes sense but I tried... :/)

Warnings: Mentions of break up, angst, eventual/slight fluff?, minor anxiety, slight crying, smut, dub-con (I think that’s it?)

**For the sake of this story, Jensen is single, but I love the Danneel and their gorgeous family, but I hope you guys enjoy this!!!**

You pulled into the driveway of your family’s house, and shut off the car, you get out and grab the bag you packed for the week you have off from filming...

You walk into the house and are greeted by your siblings, parents and everyone else who was there, you walked into the kitchen and helped out with what you could then went outside and played with your youngest niece which made you smile widely...

You mom called for dinner from the patio and everyone headed inside and fix their own plates one by one and sat at the long dining table in between your sister, Adahlia, who’s 5 years older and your dad’s uncle, Eric while chatting about what’s been going on the past year and how everyone is doing...

After a while when everyone is done eating, you all talked for a little longer before getting things cleaned up and grabbing a mug of coffee, hot chocolate or whatever everyone’s preferred drink was and went to sit down in the living room waiting for everyone so gifts could be opened...

Once everyone sat down and opened their gifts, some of your family decided to head home while others stayed a while longer before doing the same...

While helping your mom finish up the rest of the dishes and putting the food away, the doorbell is rung, “I’ll get it...” You dad hollers and heads to the front door and opens it, you then manage to hear from a far, “Hi Jensen, how have you been?”

You felt your heart skip a beat, you dated Jensen about a few years ago but you guys broke up due to one point in your guys’ relationship became particularly difficult for both you and him...

The day you guys decided to take a break was the hardest, it not that you no longer loved him, it was the fact that the stress of being more disconnected with one another was becoming too much and there wasn’t as much intimacy or romance that was there in the first two years of being together...

Since then you haven’t gotten back together, you miss him like crazy everyday, being on set with him is a bit awkward at times, but every once in a while you’ll talk to him about the script or how things are in general, but it still doesn’t make it easier to see or talk to him...

You told your mom that you’ll be upstairs, she nodded and you quickly made it upstairs as you felt your anxiety start to flare up, you couldn’t face him like this, you sat down on your bed and calmed down after about 5 minutes but stayed there for a while, before someone knocked on the door of your childhood home, “Come in...”

Your dad, Lake walked in and smiled softly, “Hey sweetheart, someone is here to see you...” You nodded, “I know, I heard from the kitchen that it was Jensen...” Lake nods, “Take your time before you meet him, I know it’s hard to see him but he still cares for you...” You look at him and nod, smiling softly...

“Thank you, and you’re not wrong about it being hard, hell, I can’t believe he remember that we do family dinner during Christmas...” You chuckle softly as he comes and hugs you...

“It’s been a while, but he’s downstairs when you come down, alright?”

“Alright...” Lake gets up and closes your door as he heads back downstairs, you take a few minutes longer to compose yourself then head downstairs and see Jensen sitting in one of the chairs in the living room, watching the late night football game...

He looks up at you and smiles softly and gets up and hugs you tightly, you wrap your arms around him and stay there for a minute before pulling away, already missing the feeling of his arms around you, “How have you been?”

“Um...I’ve been doing good, how about you?” You go and sit down on the couch, Jensen sitting next to you, “I’ve been doing okay, been busy a lot though but I needed something to do while on break...” You nod as you both talk the night away, then the silence became deafening and tense...

“Okay, this is gonna drive me crazy...” Jensen mutters loud enough for you to hear, you look at him, head tilted with a confused look on your face, “I...I can’t stop thinking about you--us, I miss all the things we used to do, the everyday hugs, cuddles, kisses...” He pauses and chuckles a bit, “The way I could make you feel good even if I never touched you, I miss it all, Y/n...”

You looked at him shocked, you looked down at your feet, “I miss it all too Jensen, I can’t stop thinking about you, and how hard it is to see and talk to you without thinking about what we used to have...” You felt tears starting to form, you sniffled and wiped your eyes and started to get up and head outside to the patio...

“Y/n, wait...” Jensen follows you and shuts the door so your parents couldn't hear the conversation, “You know how hard it was for me the day we decided to take a break from one another? I couldn’t stand the thought of it, but I respected it because I understood why we needed to do it the way we did...” 

You sit in one of the patio chairs, looking down at your feet, you couldn’t even look at him, “I did to Y/n, it was hard to wake up when you weren’t there to give me a good morning kiss or wake up to seeing your sleeping figure right beside me...” Jensen pauses, tears running down yours and his faces heavily, he then continues...

“I wanted to fight so hard for us, but when the romance and intimacy started fading...I knew something had to be done, did we have to take a break? No we didn’t, but I guess we wouldn’t be here now if we never did separate for a while, it made us realize how much we actually needed one another even if it was a few years after that day...” Jensen finally crouched down in front of you, making you look into his beautiful green eyes that you loved so much....

“I guess not, but what are you tryna say, Jensen?” You whisper, He caresses your cheek with his thumb gently, which you automatically lean into his touch, eyes closed as more tears fell down your face, “I want to try again, Y/n, I really want to, but I want to know if you’re ready to, it’s okay if you don’t want to or need a while to think, but I miss you so damn much...”

“Just give me sometime to think, Jens...I really want this too but I’m afraid to get hurt again like last time...” You whisper as your foreheads touch, “I promise you won’t get hurt again, I’m going to make things right for the two of us, I should’ve kept fighting harder in the first place, just take time to think this over, alright? No rush, I want to make sure we both want this officially...” You nod and he leans in a kisses you softly, you kiss him back the same way, he pulls away...

“I better get home, it’s almost midnight...” Jensen slowly gets up, you follow him to the front door and open it for him, he kisses your cheek before saying your goodbyes then shut the door once you see him drive down the street, you went upstairs and laid on your bed, thinking about what just happened but you eventually fell asleep...

A couple of weeks later, end of Supernatural, at home back in your Dallas apartment...

You were just relaxing in your apartment, watching your favorite Netflix show, thinking about what Jensen said two weeks ago at your family Christmas dinner, you started zoning out from the show when you officially made your decision...

You’ve been constantly fighting on which way to go, but you both were right, you both missed each other, you miss what you both had all those years ago and you want it back, you don’t think you could last another week to decide even if you wanted or needed to...

You head to your car after shutting off everything and locking your apartment, you get in and drive to your parents house, once you arrive you park in the driveway and knock on the door, you mom comes and opens the door and smiles...

“Hey sweetie, how have you been?” She hugs you tightly and lets you in, “I’m good, are you busy by any chance?” Lydia shakes her head, “Not at all, I just got done cleaning the house, what do you need?”

“I need some advice...” She nods, “Okay, where should we go? Are you thirsty?” You nod and asked for some water, she then fixes a tray with two glass cups and a glass pitcher filled with iced water, and some lemon slices, you go sit out on the patio after helping her and sigh, “What’s up, honey?” You look at her and fix a glass with a lemon slice, then sigh heavily then start explaining...

She nods and listens until you’ve finished, “Is this what you really want, sweetheart? You guys loved one another so much, but I know you’re afraid of getting hurt again...” You nod, “I love him so much still, mom, that night he came over for family dinner, he said he would keep fighting for us this time, and that he’ll make things right this time...” You paused and smiled, blushing a little, “He kissed me as well, I felt the love he was talking about...”

You mom looks at you, smiling softly, “He didn’t keep his part of the bargain.”

“Which part?” You look back at her, tapping the side of your glass gently after you look away once again...

“To spend his life pining for you, to love you through all eternity, to be one with you...” She finishes what she started to say, you smile softly and nod, “So, what I would do?” “I would go find him, and prove that you want him back...” You nod and finish your glass of water, and talked with your mom for a while longer before getting up...

“Thank you mom for the advice, now...I’m gonna find that sexy man and figure something out...” Lydia chuckles and hugs you and say your goodbyes before heading down out to your car and drive to Jensen’s house, you felt nervous still but you were confident about this at the same time...

You park in his drive way, compose yourself before getting out and heading to his front door and knocking, he opens the door and lets you inside, “Y/N? What are you doing here?” You look him in his gorgeous green eyes and sigh softly, “I...I have an answer about what you told me a couple weeks ago, at the family dinner...” He gently takes your hand and kisses the knuckles softly, “Just remember, we don’t have to get back together...”

“I know, but I really want this, Jensen. I...I miss us, and yes I’m still scared of being hurt like last time but...I’m willing to try again if we both fight for us, to communicate whenever we feel things are fading again, or if one of us is struggling with something, literally anything to keep us together this time...” He nods, “I can agree to that, I will do anything to keep us together this time...”

You nod and the walk closer to him and kiss him softly, he wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly against him as the kiss get a little more heated, he runs his tongue over your lips trying to gain entry, which you gladly let him in, tongues fighting for dominance but in the end Jensen wins...

He picks you up by the thighs and you wrap you legs around his waist, he then carries you upstairs to his bedroom and gently sets you down when he walks inside, “Are you sure you want this?” You nod and walk to him, he kisses you on the top of your head as he moves down going to your throat and kissing and sucking softly under your jaw, right where he knew your sweet spot was at, causing you to moan softly...

“You still remembered, huh? Where to make me feel good in all the right places...” He smirks as he looks into your eyes, you then slowly back him up till he hits the wall, then you kiss him fervently...

Your breathing along with his begins to get heavier, as he reaches for the hem of your shirt and removes it, separating for a little bit before going back in for more, he then lifts you up then goes to the bed and lays you down, and kisses down your body until he reaches the hem of your jeans, he looks up at you once again...

You nod, knowing he was asking for permission to continue and he does so by unbuttoning them and dragging them down your legs and disposing of them somewhere in the room he then works his way back up and kisses you passionately, “Sit up.” You do as he says as he skillfully unclasps your bra as your smirk, “Still got it, hot stuff...”

“You know I do...” He returns the reply with a smirk, as he goes down and removes your panties as well and moves in between your thighs and licks a stripe through your folds, causing you to buck your hips slightly and squeal at the sensation, “Oh god, J-Jensen!”

He then proceeds to kiss and suck lightly on your clit, you tangle your fingers through his slightly longer locks he’s managed to grow ever since Supernatural ended, he groans softly as he continues...

“J-Jensen, please, I-I’m close..” He looks up at you and manages to say against you, “Go ahead, sweetheart...” He then sucks harder on your clit, your thighs tense up as you cum all over his lips and chin...

He then cleans his face a bit then comes up and kisses you passionately, he removes his own jeans and boxers then strokes his cock, then lines up with your entrance, he looks into your eyes to make sure it’s okay, you nod and smile softly...

He slides halfway into you, causing you to gasp loudly, not only from the feeling of his cock but also the sensitivity from the orgasm you had a minute ago, he slowly slides all the way in then kisses you, you wrap your arms around his arms and look him deeply in the eyes, you pinch the shoulder blade very lightly, letting him know that he could move...

He starts to slowly thrust into you, moaning softly with a slight grunt from the intense pleasure he was feeling, saying ‘I love you’ every so often, with slightly curses once every other thrust, causing you to scratch your nails down his back, also with the occasional nip on the top of his left shoulder...

“F-fuck Jensen...I’m c-close!” You managed to get out in a strangled moan, “M-me too b-baby, cum with me!” You match your hip movements with his thrusts, “Fuck! I’m cum-...” 

As you started to scream out, you felt him release right into you, and your cum mixing with his, he lifts his head after a bit then kisses you passionately and turns you both on your sides as he holds you, with him still inside of you...

“I love you so much Jensen, promise we’ll both work to keep us together this time?” You rub his shoulder softly, “I promise darling...” He interlocks his hand with yours, he eventually pulls out, the pulls you closer to him, laying your head on his chest as you both drift off into sleep...

[deanwanddamons]

Writing Pattern Game

I was tagged by @zepskies and @kaleldobrev ♥️

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

First Lines

Love to Hate You - Soldier Boy x F Supe!Reader.

‘His strength was phenomenal’

Undercover- Prologue - Detective Dean AU

Dean had woken with a start. A sheen of sweat covered his body, his limbs tangled in the sheets.

Undercover - Chapter One - Detective Dean AU

Dean walked through the winding streets of Pasadena, Los Angeles, making his way towards the precinct where he would now be working. 

Undercover - Chapter Two - Detective Dean AU

Dean and Benny entered the abandoned warehouse, their Glock 19’s drawn, the flashlights that were tucked up beside the muzzle providing only a small amount of illumination through the dense shadows.

Invisible - Dean x F!Reader (eventual)

Y/N was Bobby’s niece.

Who Ya Gonna Call? - Jensen Ackles x Makeup Artist Reader

“You're going where?” Y/N asked, lightly brushing her thumb over Jensen's skin in order to blend the foundation she was applying to his face.

Right In Front Of Your Eyes - Barista!Dean x Barista!Reader

“How about this photo?”

Down on Dean - Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Hearing the distinct slam of the Impala’s door, Y/N was excited that her boyfriend, Dean, was home from his most recent hunt. She had been waiting in the crow's nest for him, bouncing on the balls of her feet impatiently, knowing what she had planned.

The Sheriff and the Painted Lady - Cowboy!Dean x F!Reader (Kind of)

Y/N stared at her reflection in the mirror. How had her life ended up like this?

No One Will Notice - Demon!Dean Winchester x Y/N

You hoped he would be back. The devilishly handsome man who, when you had first met him, had scared the hell out of you.

Patterns

Personally, I haven’t really noticed any patterns. Sometimes I start with dialogue, other times it’s descriptive 🤷🏻‍♀️

If anyone else notices something I don't, please point it out to me! ❤️

No pressure tags: @waywardbaby @iprobablyshipit91 @waynes-multiverse @wayward-dreamer @justagirlinafandomworld @princessmisery666 @pink-sparkly-witch @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior and anyone else who wants to join in.

[georgiapeach30513]

Every Other Weekend, Part 9

Summary:  You and Finn run into someone

Pairings:  Jake Jensen X Reader, Jack O’Malley X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  stalking, language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.3K

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Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Mmm,” you softly moan. Your eyes slowly start to close, until you hear a raspy chuckle. It was still a task to open your eyes up to see Frank on your phone smiling.

“It’s like eight o’clock, and you’re drifting to sleep. Did you have a bad day at work, darling?” Puckering out your bottom lip, you nod your head. “Her is sleepy.”

“Her just wants to rest her eyes,” your eyes slowly start closing again. Popping open when your bedroom door swings open.

“Mom!” Finn leans over on the bed, patting on your hand. “So how is this working tomorrow?”

“You and me buddy,” his nose curls up a bit, and you point your phone further away from him, laying it flat on the bed, so he didn’t see anything, but Frank was smiling, and trying not to make a sound. “What?”

“No offense, but you at the batting cage doesn’t sound like fun.”

“Finn Anthony O’Malley! Your mother is a lot of fun,” he shakes his head no. “Finn, I’m fun.”

“Eh, dad is the cool one though. I bet you can’t even hit a baseball.”

“How about you put your money where your mouth is, kid. No allowance for a week if I hit a baseball.”

“Too easy,” he smiles at you. “No allowance for a week if you hit the baseball, but it has three times.  And double my allowance if you don’t,” he extends his hand and you shake it, making things final. “Love you, mom.”

“Love you, too, Finny. Go ahead and get your bath, buddy,” you wait until he’s closed your door, and stomps up the stairs, before you look back at Frank, “Sorry about that.”

“That’s sweet. He always like that with you?”

“Not quite, no. He never calls me the fun one. That’s all Jack,” a quick rustling happens, and Frank’s phone is shoved against his chest. You can’t fully make out what he was saying, but you hear a little voice. It gets louder, but is still muffled.

“So you’ve got all that work done?”

“Yes, even the extra credit. But I want more.”

“No. It’s almost bedtime. Bath,” there’s a moment of silence before he’s back in frame. “Where were we?”

“Who was that?” Your mouth turns up into a smile, and Frank bashfully looks away, “You never told me you had a kid. You have her all the time?”

“I also never lied to you. She’s my niece, but she does live with me full time.”

“You didn’t think to tell me because why?”

He shrugs his shoulders, his eyes look distant, “I think because I’m always trying to protect her. You know who Finn belongs to. He’s yours. Mary is my sister’s but she became mine. She doesn’t remember her mom. But it’s always been just me and her. And Roberta.”

“Oh,” you smile, settling back on the bed. “Who is she?”

“Neighbor. She’s Mary’s bestie. She’s been a big help,” laying the phone down, he stretches out. Grunting a bit, and you can’t help but giggle. “Your sleepiness has rubbed off on me.”

“We’re old Professor Adler. Sometimes you just want to sleep. In fact, my boy will be coming down here in a bit to watch a movie, and sleep in here with me. I probably won’t make it past the opening credits.”

“Well, you two have fun tomorrow even if you’re the uncool mom. I’m counting on you hitting three balls in a row.”

“Maybe two. I can’t take that boy’s allowance away. He always helps. He deserves it. I’ll talk to you later though, okay?”

“Sweet dreams, darling. Call me or text when you can.”

“Goodnight,” you hang up and it wasn't long before Finn was jumping into bed with you. Snuggling right up against you, and grabbing up the remote. With this boy like this, it doesn’t take long at all. The only thing that would make this moment better would be Jack.

“Mom,” Finn tugs at your arm as you pay for your time at the facility.  “Mom,” he pulls at you again, before running off behind you, and you drop everything to see where he is going.  Screaming his name, but he was doing some kind of handshake to a young man.  

“Finn, what are you doing?” You walk up to him, pulling him back into your body, and he looks up at you smiling.  “Who is this?”

“Jake.  Private soccer coach, Jake,” the man holds out a hand for you to shake, giving you the cutest shy grin.  “Jake, this is my mom,” Jack was always the one taking him to private lessons, so you had never met Jake.  Only heard of him.

“What are you two doing here?”

“I’m going to show my mom how to hit a baseball.  I could double my allowance for a week if I win.  Or I don’t get any if she wins.”

“Hmm,” he contemplates the stakes, looking up at you again, “I should feel inclined to help the kid, but at the same time, I would like to see Finn not get an allowance.”

“Jake!” Finn dramatically screams.  “Mom, can Jake be with us today?” Oh, that wasn’t quite really fair.  You were looking forward to spending time with Finn, but he was also so excited about having Jake with you.  

“Fine.  But,” you get lower to really look him in the eye, “Jake is on my team, hot shot.”

“I can still beat you.”

“This is a challenge!”  Jake giggles, holding a hand out for Finn to smack with his own.

“Were you actually going to do anything?” You hadn’t thought that maybe Jake didn’t even want to spend time with you and Finn.  It was almost rude of you to assume that he even had time to entertain the two of you.

“I come here every weekend to work on my swing, and pick up chicks.”

“Are you trying to pick up my mom?”

“No,” he answered that too quickly.  “I mean…I don’t really know what the right answer is here.  I say no, you get offended.  I say yes, he kicks my butt.  I’m pleading the fifth.  And I don’t come here to pick up chicks.  I hit balls and throw axes.  Let’s go before I get myself into any more trouble because of my mouth.  Word vomit, I tell ya,” he huffs out a laugh, walking Finn to the cages, but you go back to get your bag.  Jogging over to meet the two boys.

“Now, the trick is how you hold the bat,” Jake starts talking to you, handing you a bat.  Finn was already in his own cage.  While Jake steps up behind you.  “Your stance is important, too.  You just — can I show you?”

“I know how to hit a ball.  Are you hitting on me in front of my kid?”

“No.  Not at all.  Unless it’s working,” laughing you shake your head no.  In another life it could have worked.  It wasn’t too different from your own playbook.  Pretending you didn’t know how to play pool was how you got Jack.  “I’m horrible.  I know.  Go on then.  Let’s see your swig.  Remember, your stance.  Don’t choke the bat.  Don’t — oh!  Finn, you’re not getting an allowance for a week.”

He had not expected you to hit the ball on the first try.  He was hoping there would have been a way for him to weasel his way into helping you, but nope.  Not with the bats.  You get in hit after hit.  To the point that Finn stops what he’s doing to watch you.  Both him and Jake stare with their mouths wide open.  

“What?  Didn’t think a woman could hit baseballs?”

“You tricked me!  You…mom, that was awesome.”

“I’m more than just your mother.  Remember, I had a life before you and your dad,” he walks around to your cage, pulling up the bat to inspect.  “I didn’t cheat, Finny.  But I can do more than cook, clean, do hair, be your nurse, you have a cool mom.”

“I was…wow…I mean that was something.  And…yeah…you’re amazing.  And I — I would very much like to spend the day with you two.  If that’s okay.  It’s okay, right?  Like Jack isn’t gonna — I need to rewind.  Breathe, Jacob.  Just breathe,” oh he was adorable.  A bit too young for you, but adorable.  “Can I spend the day with you?  Only if it’s not weird.”

“Can he mom, can he?” Finn gives your arm a few tugs.  “I bet I could beat you at throwing axes.”

“He can spend the day with us.  By the way,” you whisper as Finn leads you through the building to wherever else he wants to take you.  “It wasn’t weird until you kept talking,” you give him a little wink, and jog to walk with your boy.  Trying to talk him into anything else, but the ax throwing.

“Go karts?”

“No.  I want you to throw an ax.  It’ll be something that I can beat you at.  Maybe.  No.  You have to beat Jake.  I’m too small.  That’s not really a fair competition, is it?  And you wouldn’t want to beat your baby boy would you?”

You giggle, spinning him in close to you, “No, I wouldn’t.  Alright, Jake.  It’s just me and you, pal.  You think you can get one over on me?”

He shakes his head no, pulling up two axes, and handing you one, “I don’t trust you.  You’re like a pool shark or something.”

“That’s what my dad calls her.  That’s how she roped him in.  She hustled him.”

“Finn, that is not exactly what happened.  And we’re not talking about that night.  Jake, how do I throw this?”

“Eh, that’s how you got dad,” you turn around to playfully growl at him, and he starts hysterically laughing.  Holding his belly, while Jake timidly steps behind you.  “You better watch her, she’s tricky.”

“Finn!” Jake’s hands tremble as he tries to place you into position.  “Jake, I don’t know what I’m doing.  Honestly.”

“Yep,” he quickly steps away from you, and points at the target.  “Just let it go, and see where it lands,” it sounded like a much more loaded comment that he intended it.  

You take a deep breath as you look at the target.  Exhaling slowly.  If it landed on the bullseye you would finally ask Frank out on that date.  If it landed anywhere else, you would stop, and really reevaluate yours and Jack’s relationship.  This seemed silly.  Basing your life on some stupid ax.  But there was no way you would hit the bullseye.  It just was impossible.  

Closing your eyes, you let the ax go.  Keeping them closed for what felt like hours, until you hear the thunk, and Finn’s giddy screams.  Looking at Jake who was staring shocked at the target, and you don’t want to look.  If they were that excited, it could only mean one thing.  Looking over to the target it was perfectly in the center, and you weren’t sure how to feel.  

“Mom!  You’re so cool!”

“We should get a picture to prove it happened,” Jake picks Finn up, and holds his phone up, making sure to get the target in the background.

“I wanna do something else,” you answer quickly, already walking away from this area.  You didn’t know what you wanted to do, but you needed to just think about this.  It was right there.  You had to ask Frank on a date.  You were talking almost every night.  He was nice.  He basically had a daughter.  That was news to you, but it wasn’t the end of the world.  You had a kid.  He wanted kids.

“Mom, can we ride the go karts?”

“That’s fine.”

“Can I drive, and we go against Jake?”

Your eyes darken and you look up at Jake with a smirk, “I think that’s a perfect idea.”

“You two are on!”

Jack absently looks through his Instagram feed, and stops when he sees a series of pictures.  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” his head slams down on his desk and pushes his phone closer to Cal.  “She took Finn on a date.”

Cal grabs up the phone, and sees a picture of you and Finn jumping on a trampoline laughing, then a picture of you, Finn, and some guy in front of a target.  Picture of you and Finn in a go kart.  “I don’t think this is a date.”

“No, that’s Finn’s private soccer coach.  How did she meet him?  I take Finn to those.  And she took our son.”

“Jack, this isn’t a date.  He’s never even touching her.  If this is a date, he’s losing.  She’s all consumed in her son.  And look how happy our Finny is with hims mama.  Jack, buddy, I don’t think she would take Finn on a date with her.  I just don’t.  This was either a meet up, because they’re at that weird indoor fun park.  She mentioned something to you about batting cages.  Or they ran into him.  He posts something everyday.  I think you're a good, buddy,” Cal continues to dig through Jake’s feed, he did post daily.  And was at the indoor park every week.

“You sure?” Jack finally looks up at Cal, and he could see how much seeing you with men was getting to him.  “Like the giant the last time?  You think it’s just nothing?” Jack looks at the photo on his desk, one he just couldn’t bring himself to remove.  It wasn’t recent, but he truly looked happy, and you were beaming up at him and Finn on his shoulders.

He knew deep down you would never involve Finn in any of this.  He knew first hand how your son became your priority.  Picking up his phone he looks through the photos, and you were happy. Finn was looking at you with pride, and Jack knew that meant more to you than anything.  You always wanted to be the fun one.  “She’s happy,” he whispers, flicking through the photos again.  Making sure to save a few that didn’t include Jake.

“I should have been there with them.”

“You are working.  And now, you are going to go to her house, and you’re going to spend the evening with them watching a movie.  And you’re going to convince her to make charcuterie boards for Friendsgiving,” Jack’s eyes narrow looking over at Cal.  “I want my meats and cheese!  I want some of that pepper jelly, and get her to add the nuts.”

“You’re nuts.”

“Jack, don’t screw this up.  Don’t pressure her.  Just be the man she’s wanted.  She may be going on dates with these guys, but at the end of the day it’s you that’s spending time with her and Finn.”

Walking up the front porch steps, you call back, telling Finn to hurry up and get cleaned up for supper.  Spotting a large envelope, you bend over to pick it up, “Finn!”

“Sorry, I had to get my new baseball.  Coach Jensen really thinks I should play,” he stands on his tippy toes, puckering his lips at you.  Another thing he hadn’t done in years.  You lean to give him a kiss, and pull him inside.  “Can we do Chinese tonight?”

“That’s what your dad is bringing,” whispering out an excited yes, you remind him to get cleaned up, while you carry the envelope into the kitchen.  Laying it on the table, to unload the dishwasher, when you give the container a questioning look.  It wasn’t in the mailbox.  It was right in front of your door.

You stop and look at it for a long time.  Suddenly getting an odd feeling, and you call Jack, “You still coming tonight?” You ask the moment he answered.

“Yes, you know this.  I’ve got the food, and I’ll be there in five minutes.  Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know,” looking back towards the door, you feel relief when you realize that it was in fact locked.  “I had a Manila envelope on the front porch.  There’s no label on it.”

“I’ll be there in less than five minutes.  Don’t open it.  Don’t touch it.”

You pace around the kitchen waiting on Jack.  Eyeing that stupid envelope.  Giving it a little poke, and there was just paper in there.  It couldn’t harm you.  There wasn’t anything in there that could possibly be dangerous.  You hear your son giggling upstairs on the phone to his friend, telling him about the day, and how Coach Jensen said he would be perfect for baseball when Jack bursts through the door.

“It’s just papers.”

“What?” He asks, stepping closer.  Grabbing up the envelope, you step behind him.  Letting him open it slowly when he pulls out pictures, but not just any pictures.  The first one was you at the coffee shop with Sy.  And another at the fair with Dean.  More and more photos, but the most concerning was you with Finn.  Even Jack’s car in front of the house.

“What the fuck are these?” You demand, turning to look directly at him.  “What is this shit?  This is that fucking psycho isn’t it?  You really fucking messed up.”

“We don’t know it’s her.”

“The hell we don’t.  Me and anyone I went on a date with is the subject of those photos.  And our son,” you grab your phone out of your pocket, glaring at Jack.  “Elaine, I had photos of me and Finn show up on my doorstep.”

“You need to call Andy.  I warned her.  I want her slapped with restraining orders, threats, stalking, harassment, and you are not to be alone.  TJ and Dougie can start sleeping at your house if you don’t want Jack there.  Do not be alone in that house, or you can come stay with us or your parents,” you fight back the tears.  That woman was never going to leave you alone.  

“I want her arrested.  Elaine, this is my son.”

“I know, honey.  You alone now?”

“No.”

“Jack?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that’s one way to piss her off.  I’ll clue Andy what’s going on.  She was already brought into his office about her conduct while working.  Give Jack and Finny my love.”

“I will,” you hang up the phone, and start to leave the kitchen.  Jack says your name, but you keep walking.

“Sharkie?”

“What?”

“I don’t know.  There’s nothing to say,” he looked so defeated, but it didn’t matter at that moment.  She was threatening your son.  Letting you know that she had access to you and him.  “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t lie to me, I need to know, did you sleep with her?”

“No!” His hands reach towards you, and he slowly starts caressing your arms, pulling you closer to him.

“You promise?”

“I never even kissed that woman.  I have nothing to lose.  I’ve already lost you.  But believe me, when I say, I never touched that woman.”

“What does she want with me and our baby?” Your voice cracks, and if it wasn’t for hearing Finn’s voice you would drop it.  “Jack, I’ll kill her.”

“Don’t say that out loud.”

“Fine, I want her legally destroyed.  She’s messed with my family long enough.  I’ll hire Mike as a lawyer, and she’s already on thin ice with Andy.  Don’t mess with my son.  That’s what it is, huh?  He’s mine and yours, and she can’t stand it.  But you invited that into our home.  Elaine said I’m not to be alone, that TJ and Dougie should be here with me at all times.”

“Doug doesn’t need to be here with you,” he was so predictable.  You scoff, shaking your head.  Pulling out of his embrace to call Finn downstairs.  Back to normal for a moment.  “Why does Doug need to be here?”

“Why don’t you mention what your issue is with Dougie?  We never dated.  It was always crossing a line with TJ.  I couldn’t fathom laying in the bed with TJ, and explaining to him me and his twin were dating.  Dougie and I don’t have a past.  Finn!  Food is here.  Jack, make sure the alarms are on.  You’re not going anywhere.”

You weren’t unhappy that Jack was still going to be there with you and Finn.  But there was this weird feeling of being trapped in your own home.  This woman was trying to take everything away from you.  Now it was your peace of mind and your son’s safety. But then he smiles across the table at his dad, his words a jumbled mess telling him everything that he had done today.  Not leaving out Jake’s name, and it didn’t matter.  Jake was adorable, but much too young for you.

One thing you liked about Jake was he showed you that it was okay to have fun and let loose.  He allowed you to have fun with your song again.  He made you see life wasn’t always schedules, and appointments.  Life could be fun, and you could enjoy spending time with your son at the age he was.  He kept getting older, and you missed his younger stage.  There was no going back now.  So you had to take each day to enjoy as many moments as you could with him.

“Dad, she hit the bullseye the first time.  Did you know mom knew how to bat?  She hit almost every ball.  God, I have the coolest mom,” you rustle his messy hair, smiling at your beautiful boy before looking at Jack.  You two did a pretty good job so far of raising this kid.  “Brody is jealous.  He wants to go with us next time if Jake goes, okay?”

“What about me?” Jack stares at his son with his mouth agape, “I’m cool, too.”

“Yeah, I know, but mom is like a secret cool,” looking up at Jack through your lashes you start laughing.  If only things were always like this between the two of you.  This was easy and comfortable, even with that stupid bitch in the back of your mind.

Your phone vibrates on the counter, and Jack looks back at it, “You need to get that?” You shake your head no.  There would only be one person that would text you during dinner time, and Frank could wait.  You still had to find a way to just ask him on a date, because he wasn’t asking either.  But you were at least going to get through the Thanksgiving holiday with no dates.  Just family and friends.  

Actually excited about your annual Friendsgiving, and this time with two new recruits.  You quite liked Chelsea and Sy, and hoped that they had better news than yourself.  Still trying to navigate whatever was sitting in front of you, and looking forward to just a tipsy night with friends.  

“Mom, uncle Cal misses your charcuterie boards.”

“Did Cal really put you up to telling your mom that?” He laughs nodding his head.  “He’s so goofy.  That’s all he wants for Friendsgiving is charcuterie boards.  All the boards.  Dessert boards, and he misses the lunchboxes.”

“Poor thing.  Tell Cal, I’ll have his boards.  You two go pick out something to watch, while I clean up the kitchen, okay?”

Finn runs off pulling his dad out of the kitchen before he pokes his head back in, “Mom, I had fun today.  And — I love you.”

“Love you, too, Finny,” he was so happy, and you wanted these moments back.  Him jumping on his dad’s stomach.  Reaching over to grab the big blanket, and making sure there was room for you on the couch.  Laying back and enjoying a moment with just the boys.  

You deserved to give Frank at least one chance.  You had already invested a lot of time in that relationship, and you owed it to yourself, but looking at those two together, made you want this more than ever.  Knowing that Jack was going to be under this roof tonight, and your son a permanent fixture in your bed, it made things seem like they were back to normal.  Even though you had to remind yourself it was like this because of her.  She just kept giving you more and more reasons to hate her.

I need you to dig up more information on Robyn Stone.

What did that bitch of a whore do now?  TJ asks quickly.

She’s stalking me on my dates, but also there were pictures left on my door with Finn in them.

We’ll bury her.  Let me do some digging.  I bet this is a thing she does.  Jack isn’t the first man.  And you aren’t the first woman.  TJ is on the case.  Did you call mom?

Yep.  She’s informing Andy, Robyn’s boss.  And I’ll call Mike Monday.  She just thinks she’s a bitch.  She’s not been properly introduced to me, huh?

There’s my girl.  Now, go enjoy some family time.  Too bad you’re going to keep Finn around.  You could use a good hard fucking.

Shut up.

You take a deep breath, and walk into the living room.  Finn was already stretched out, and patting on your spot.  Ready for him to lay on your lap, so you could play with his hair.  He never made it far into the movie before he was snoring away.  Maybe one day, you could have this again, and it will not be so strained.  Not afraid to lean over on Jack’s shoulder, or give him those random pecks.  A hand playing with Finn’s hair, and the other playing with Jack’s.  They were both spoiled.  And once, they spoiled you, too.  Maybe one day.

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Pirate & Pin Cushion (3)

Jake Jensen x gn! ops!Reader

Painful...But In A Good Way (see previous or JJ Masterlist)

The last thing you remember is the awkward kiss Jake planted on you during a screaming match. Now, awake and healed, your friend and teammate is acting more awkward than usual around you.

Warnings for foul language, *super skimmed over action,* canon-level betrayal (Roque), completely vague mentions of injuries, suspicions, doubts, misunderstandings,--GO FIGURE--an argument, and I just wanted this done honestly. Not that I don't love them, but I need a win in the COMPLETED department. WC ~1.5k

You’re a Loser through and through now.

Months have gone by since you were stabbed and unceremoniously, sorta-kinda-maybe-not kissed by Jake Jensen. You woke up six days later with Pooch by your side, disappointed it wasn’t your Banter Bro.

The last thing you remember is turning away from Jake to hide your face. After that, nothing. You suppose he feels awkward about it. Maybe he regrets it, even if the ‘kiss’ was just part of a gag to him.

The most frustrating part is everything is exactly the same. Jake keeps you at arm’s length, a holding pattern to get no closer as teammates but no farther as friends.

Is this…are you in the friend zone???

It blows.

You’d still prefer this over being a pariah, so on you quip from interaction to interaction.

For all Jake’s hype about loving Halloween, he shuts down when you ask him what costume you should choose. Then he goes home to his sister and niece for the holiday.

...Okay…

You console yourself knowing this is for the best. You’d promised yourself no attachments, and nature clearly pushes for you to keep that promise.

You’ve almost—almost—resigned yourself to actual pin-cushion-status, jabbed repeatedly by his indifference. You are PC: perpetually crushing on Jake Jensen. It sucks.

You can be professional though. You can keep up with the jokes and take the hits to your heart and body that come with the job.

Until you can’t.

Los Angeles. The port. The shitshow.

While scrambling to get out of the line of fire in a showdown gone wrong, Jake cuts his leg vaulting over a concrete barrier, and you get him to a nook between shipping crates.

You squat down to change the mag on your MP7 and suddenly hear Roque’s voice behind you. He’s not on the comms.

“Should’ve told ‘em, Jensen."

The look on Jake’s face is shocked and bitter.

Roque clicks his tongue. "At least then they’d know…”

Before you can so much as turn to look, Jake’s raised his own weapon, firing right over your shoulder and within inches of your ear.

The pain is sharp and hot, sending you stumbling into the warped metal wall of the nearest container.

Jake wraps a thick arm around your waist and yanks you away.

You catch sight of Roque dead on the asphalt.

It’s complete chaos, pure survival mode for the next twenty minutes, deaf and deftly tying a bandage around Jake’s leg in an open, empty crate while he’s on comms and frantically hand-signaling you the plan.

But you make it. Everyone but Roque makes it.

Eventually, when the ringing subsides in your non-ruptured ear, Clay lays outRoque betrayed the team. Aisha teaches you a way to cup your occipital and tap to reduce the tinnitis. Pooch leaves to see the birth of his first child.

You’re left to ponder if Jake is a traitor, too.

Did he kill Roque to keep his own cover? Was he supposed to recruit you into his and Roque’s plan? Is that what he ‘should have told you’ so Roque wouldn’t need to kill you?

The possibilities haunt you. Is this why he’s kept you distant for months? Was Jake worried you’d catch on?

You blame your stupid crush for stopping you from telling Cougar your concerns. You trust Jake—or you want to trust him, so badly—so you confront him alone.

Dinner. At your place. Away from the team so he can feel safe to admit it. Away from the team so you can pretend your forgiveness isn’t already secured. You’ll deal with the consequences once you know the truth.

Jake seems an odd mix of totally psyched and forcefully reserved when you invite him and a nervous wreck when he arrives at your door.

It’s just pizza. You were too distracted to do more.

He doesn’t pick up his slice because you don’t either, running your hands up and down your thighs compulsively, then quietly asking, “about what Roque said…”

Jake leans back in his chair, leg bouncing frantically, rubbing at his neck. “Yeah,” he replies, eyes on the floor.

“Was he…were you his partner in that? Were you suppose to take me out, too?

Jake’s head snaps up, his mouth askew and brow pinched. “WHAT?”

“Just tell me the truth. I swear, we can work it out with the rest—“

“Is this what—what the fuck—“ he shoves the chair back and steps away “—that’s the reason I’m here right now? I thought you were finally gonna say it!”

Jake rips his glasses off his face and harshly runs his fingers through his frosted tips.

“Say…what? What am I supposed to say? I’m not the one Roque had a damn secret with.”

He’s visibly upset but with bugged-out eyes like he has no idea what to do.

“Well, I’m not a fucking traitor,” he mumbles.

Jake replaces his glasses and takes his phone from the pocket of his low-slung jeans, hitting a few buttons and tossing it onto the table. It slides until it knocks your plate.

His own recorded laugh cuts off quickly. “Okay, PC, what were you saying about Halloween? One more time,” and then comes another slow voice, “I should have told you before I died.

“I love you.”

Your whole body freezes, brain turning the words over and over until it occurs to you…that is your voice.

“I didn’t say that.” Your knee-jerk reaction comes swiftly. “I don’t remember that.”

Jake snorts without humor. “Got that part.”

You’re too stunned to speak. You can’t even imagine when you would have…oh god.

Jake rushes to fill the silence as you die inside, again, maybe more realistically because what.

“Did you at least think I was a badass, like, ya know, a sexy traitor or whatever? Or…were you gonna wrestle me to the ground after I ate a whole pie?”

You keep sitting with your mouth agape.

“You didn’t poison the pizza, did you? Right? Say 'no.' That’s overkill, or just, kill—were gonna kill me?!”

“I’D KNOWN YOU FOR TWO WEEKS,” you explode, bolting out of your own chair.

“Yeah,” Jake squeaks, “I know.”

“Two weeks, and then you taped me saying ‘I love you?’”

“But, like—“ his usually deep timbre pitches super high “…did you?”

“Why would you just sit on that, Jake?!”

He shrugs. “You weren’t exactly sober.”

Too much, too many feelings, all at once. You try to get away, to make a break for the bathroom, but Jake grabs your wrist and swings your momentum to the wall.

Your back hits with a soft thud, pinned in place by Jake’s chest. He’s not breathing heavily, but you are, pushing you against him repeatedly.

That just makes it harder.

Yes, you said it (you guess), and yes, you meant it. Jake, however, hasn’t said word one about if he feels some sort of way for you. Your brain can’t intuit his romantic inclinations two minutes after accusing him of treachery.

He’s…there, not moving, not speaking, lips slightly parted while he stares at you.

You clear your throat.

“You’re…you’re touching me,” you say softly.

Jake doesn’t skip a beat, gently tightening his hold on your arms. “That’s what I do, PC. Finger keyboards.”

You gag as he quickly shakes his head.

“What the fuck?”

“Sounds sooooo bad," Jake moans. "I’m so sorry.” He let’s go of you, steps back, and slaps his hands in the air frantically. “Wait, okay? That was not the joke. I can do it.”

“You’re sick, man.”

Jake rubs at his temples, muttering something about keys, computers, and Halloween. “Hold on...so dumb. This is why I was trying to record it! It’s your joke. You were laying on the bed and--”

“I would never say you fin—“

“He was standing right there,” Jake bursts, scaring you to silence. “Roque. When you said that into the phone, I mean, he was standing at the door and he heard.”

Jensen sighs. Defeated and deflated, he rests his hands on his hips, inhaling sharply.

“So at the port when… He aimed a gun at you and I just—“ he makes a finger gun to point over your shoulder, adding a soft pow sound-effect “—Roque was saying I should have told you before he tried to kill you.”

“About the recording?”

“No.” Jake rocks on his heels.

“About the joke?” Your voice is so small.

His stupid, beautiful blue eyes lift to meet yours.

“No, pin cushion, not about the joke.”

There's a horridly long pause of nothingness.

"Fuck it."

Jake lunges forward with startling intensity, fingers lace behind your head to draw you to him.

You don’t turn away this time.

His lips are soft yet determined, slowly pulsing to transform one kiss into dozens, and he adjusts everything—his height, his stance, his proximity to get even more of you in a single embrace.

“I love you,” Jake whispers, shifting to tilt you left while he goes right. “I should have told you ‘I love you,’ too.”

You promised yourself no attachments, but who are you kidding? You're such a loser, and you found your match.

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about the event | eun hosts a general requests blurb night for the month of august 2023!

dates and times | requests will be accepted starting wednesday the 16th, through the start of the event on saturday. the event will begin at 2pm cst on saturday, august 19th.

submission guidelines | there is no theme for this event; all general requests are welcome. any genres (fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, etc.), characters/pairings, and tropes are fair game. please do not send in requests for any of eun's series au's. more detailed requests are more likely to be chosen. please make sure your submission follows eun’s general request guidelines.

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mess of a lesson | soft!dark!daddies!jake jensen and ari levinson x little!reader | you refused to go before you left, and now you must pay the price.

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greedy | dark!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | lloyd loves making you cry and cum.

earn it | daddy!bucky barnes x little!reader | if you want your daddy's cock, you're gonna have to earn it.

sweet surprise | soft!ransom drysdale x auntie!reader (+ reader's baby!niece) | ransom has a surprise encounter with your little niece.

safe smiles | soft!dentist!daddy!steve rogers x little!reader | your daddy helps you face your fear of dentists.

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Current WIPs

As promised, these are the bigger universes I'm currently working on building up.

Sigyn, soulmate to Loki, came to Midgard back in the early 1910s after seeing a vision of Thanos and his master plan. She's the reason the Avengers and other heroes become a thing, branding each of them with a special mark. She's the reason Midgard has the likes of Captain America, the Winter Soldier, Iron Man, and others.

Her crowning glory though are the five goddesses she creates with the help of a few from the Greek Pantheon. This is their story (a rewritten version of the MCU's events from Thor to Infinity War).

Meet the goddesses and their soulmates:

Christine "Chrissy" Stark (Athena) - Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes,

Leila Barton (Artemis) - Sam Wilson,

Becca Barnes (Persephone) - Bruce Banner,

Cat Pierce (Nyx) - Natasha Romanoff,

and Kendra Rumlow (Circe) - Stephen Strange.

Savannah "Savvy" Metcalf, the granddaughter of Mike "Viper" Metcalf, has taken over the family businesses from her parents alongside her adopted brother, Curtis Everett. Between the two of them, they keep themselves plenty busy between running the day-to-day of Cupid's Arrow as well as their day jobs. Savvy is a lawyer working for Barber, McCoy, and Kaffee (and matchmaker to those around her) while Curtis enjoys his shifts as a lead EMT in town.

Those working for her family include the likes of Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Jake Jensen, Colin Shea, and others that will crop up over time.

While Curtis will find himself falling hard for Steve's sister, Savvy finds herself inextricably connected to one Frank Adler and his adorable niece, Mary. She'll do everything in her power to keep them in Cupid's Arrow when his mother comes suing for custody of Mary.

Think something along the lines of a incredibly soft Mafia story with a matchmaking cupid (cough * Savvy * cough) at the heart of the series.

Isabelle "Izzy" Hotchner is excited to be back in D.C. where she can be closer to her dear older brother, Aaron. It's been her lifetime dream to be closer to her family after being away for medical school and residency. She's also eager to take over her witch/white lighter duties, playing guardian to the witches within the BAU and extended family.

The only thorn in her side is the flirty cop she thought she left behind in Chicago. Nope, he had the nerve to work his way into the BAU in the form of one Derek Morgan.

This series will follow the series somewhat closely with some changes as necessary in terms of timelines and whatnot.

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More stories are sure to crop up alongside these as time goes on including X Reader stories. This will be more apparent as I work through these stories alongside others that don't fit prompts for some upcoming writing events that I hope to complete in September and October.

I hope you'll come to love these ladies and these stories as much as I do.

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Generations Part 2

Warnings: ADHD feels, angry Jared

Summary: YN struggles in school, but Uncle Jensen saves the day... or the evening.  

Words: 1745

YN age 6

“Mr. Padalecki, your daughter has been such a gift to have in class,” YN’s teacher stated in the parent-teacher conference.

“I’m so glad to hear that, but I hear a ‘but’ coming.” 

“She is a delight, I promise.  I just wanted to let you know that she is very distracted a lot.  She completes activities, but only preferred ones.  I don’t think it’s malevolent.  It’s not intentional from what I’ve observed.  Have you noticed that at home, by chance?  When she sits down to read or do homework, is she easily distracted or has a hard time completing it?”

“Sometimes, I guess, but she is six.” Jared tuned in to what the teacher was saying.  “I’ll keep and eye, though. Other than that, how is she engaging with her peers?” 

“YN is slow to warm up.  I’m sure you’ve seen that in her.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with that.  Once she meets a new friend or has been watching from the sidelines for a little bit, she is perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, that sounds like her. “ He grinned. 

“I have no other concerns, Mr. Padalecki,” her teacher smiled.  

YN age 9

“Honey, go read your book.  You have to read twenty minutes a night.” 

“I hate reading.” 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.  I know it is hard for you.”

“Can’t I just listen to it? Or can you read it to me?” 

“You have to learn how to read and understand on your own, YN.  It’s called reading comprehension, and it’s a skill you will need for the rest of your life.   If you read the first ten minutes, I’ll read the last ten.  You can do this.” Jared booped her nose.  She giggled in response.  

“Okay,” she sighed.  

Later that night after she went to bed, Jensen came over to watch TV with Jared.  

“Hey, have you noticed YN has been off lately?” Jensen took a sip of beer. 

“She’s been having a hard time getting stuff done like her homework or a chore.  I think it’s only getting worse.” 

“Yeah, I have seen that too.  She also cries over stuff that isn't really a big deal, but to her it must be,” Jensen shrugged.  

“I think she is struggling more than she lets on.” 

“Maybe.” The shorter man shrugged.  

A few years went by, Jared noticing his daughter struggling more and more.

Jared scrunched up his nose.  

“Honey?” He yelled for his daughter over his shoulder.  

“Yeah?” 

“Why do you have an F in English?” 

She stalled once she walked through the doorway, eyes widening.

“Come on, if you can earn an F in English, you can have the courage to tell me why.” He turned toward her and spun in the computer chair.  Jared raised his brows expecting an answer sooner rather than later. 

“I-” YN bit her lip, eyes watering. 

“Why didn’t you say anything? It’s almost the end of the semester.  You can’t undo it once it’s too late, sweetheart.” Jared sighed and crossed his arms. “Well?” 

“I, I can’t write.” YN rang her hands together. 

“Yes, you can,” he said almost as a question. “What do you mean you can’t write?” 

“I can write, kind of.  I can’t read stuff and then write about it after.  My brain just doesn’t want me to.” YN knew he wouldn’t like that answer, but that was the best way she could explain it.  

Jared took a deep breath with a look of displeasure on his face.  

“What you are going to do is you are going to email your teacher this evening and let him know that you will be making as many of these up before the semester is over, and he will be receiving the assignments ASAP.” 

“I can’t do it like that, Dad.” YN responded with a deep grunt and exacerbation.  

“Well, you better figure it out, because you only have a few weeks of school left before summer hits, and if they retain you, that’s on you.” 

YN was so overwhelmed in what had transpired that she didn’t use a defense, she hung her head and said, “Okay, Dad.” 

“Thank you.  Now turn off the TV that I hear playing and get to work.  Use this computer since I have all of your assignments open right here.” 

Over the next few days, YN cried. A lot.  She was able to turn in an assignment or two, but the whole process was overwhelming.  

“I’m leaving to meet Gen.  She is grounded and on homework duty until further notice.” Jared said over his shoulder to Jensen. 

“Has she met Gen yet?” Jensen whispered.  

“No, I’m not introducing them until we’re steady.  I can’t break YN’s heart in case something doesn’t work out.  YN has met Gen since she is in the cast, but she doesn’t know we are dating. Gotta go, I’ll be back later.” 

“Hey, YNN.” Jensen knocked at YN’s door.  He slowly opened it.  “I am getting dinner ready.  You hungry?” 

“Yeah. Thanks, Jen.” She kept her eyes on her paper, writing answers for her assignment.  

“Okie dokie, I’ll call you when it’s ready.” Jensen ducked out of her room and shut the door. 

After he had cooked some chicken and vegetables, he yelled up the stairs for YN to come down for dinner. 

“NOT HUNGRY!” He heard her say faintly.

Jensen hurried up the steps knowing something was wrong. 

“YN, I know you’re hungry.  You told me you were twenty minutes ago. Come down for dinner please,” he said plainly.

“No.” 

He tried to turn the knob on her door, but it wouldn’t budge.  

“I WILL kick this door down if you don’t tell me what’s going on.  AND- you will have to explain to your father why your door is now broken.”  He heard what sounded like her tossing her cookies.  “YN!” He rattled the knob again.  “Open the door in the next ten seconds or I swear-” 

Jensen heard the lock click.  

As she opened the door, he saw her lips covered in what looked like snot and tears were running down her face.  

“Oh, sweetheart,” he consoled.  Jensen ran into the bathroom across the hall to grab toilet paper.  He came back to crouch in front of her and slowly touched the toilet paper to her lips, wiping away the substance.  YN tried to turn away from him, but he continued to wipe her face.  “Come here,” her uncle pulled her into him, her body still.  After he held her there, she leaned into him with almost her whole body.  Tiny as she was, Jensen braced himself to hold her weight.  

“I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry, Uncle Jensen.” She repeated the phrase over and over.  

“What are you apologizing for? Did you eat something bad? Do you know why you threw up?” 

“I’m stressed,” she said after a moment.  Thinking he would have to coax it out of her, he started to ask her more questions when she continued, “My dad got mad because I am not passing English.  If I don’t pass, he said I could be retained and have to do fifth grade again.” 

Jensen guided her to her bed where he sat her down.  He sat across from her in her computer chair.  Caging her in with his long legs, he took her small hands in his.  

“You’ve been struggling for a long time, haven’t you?” 

She could only nod, words not coming to her in her rush of emotion. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” 

She took deep breaths.  Jensen didn’t rush her to answer.  

“I didn’t know how.” She shrugged.  “It’s not that I don’t want to do it.  I want to, Jensen.  My brain tells me I can’t.  Or I get distracted.  But when I told my dad that, he basically said it was stupid and-” she sniffled, “and now I have to finish all these assignments.  I don’t even know where to start, Uncle Jensen!” YN backed away and threw her hands up in the air.  “I can’t focus, I can’t think straight.  I walk back and forth in here because I’m thinking too much.” 

“I’m so thankful you shared that with me.  It’s hard to describe those types of feelings.  Even for an adult.” He watched her pace the room from his seated position. “You’re so brave, sweetheart,” he stroked her cheek after she stopped and made eye contact with him again. “I think I might know what’s going on.  Let me talk to your dad, okay?” 

“He will just get mad.” 

“How about you and I tell him together?  I’ll be there to shut him down if he gets mad.” She tilted her head, thinking about it.

“Fine.  But I don’t want to.” 

“It’s either that or you keep throwing up because you’re overwhelmed, kiddo.  You know how I told you I have ADD, and it was really hard for me in school?” YN nodded.  “I couldn’t pass English to save my life.  I turned out okay though.” He smiled, and she smiled back.  “We will do this together.  You are in fifth grade and a baby in this world, whether you want to believe it or not.  Good for you for standing up for yourself even though you didn’t think you had the right words.  It’s only one grade that will not affect anything major, I promise.  I bet you they will pass you onto sixth without batting an eye either.” Jensen hugged her again.  “I say we eat, you sit down with me and make a plan for the evening as far as homework goes, and then we sneak off to my house for a movie night.  How does that sound? We can talk to your dad tomorrow once you’re feeling better.” 

“My dad-”

“I will deal with your dad.  Don’t worry about him.  The real question is whether you want to or not.” 

“Okay.  That sounds fun, Jensen.”  

Text Conversation:

JENSEN

I’m taking YN back to my house for the night.  

JARED

She needs to study.  I told you that. 

JENSEN 

Relax, lurch.  She’s been working all evening like you asked.  Let her have some fun. 

JARED

You and I are going to have a fucking talk in the morning. 

JENSEN

Whatever, man.  Go eat.  You’ll feel better. Hehehehe. 

“Okay, let’s go!” Jensen called over his shoulder to his niece.  “Before your dad makes it home and punches me!” He laughed.

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Reunited Finale

A/N: So it’s been a while. I edited this myself so all mistakes are my own. This is the final part, I hope you enjoy the ending! Thank you for sticking through this with me, sorry the updates haven’t been regular. Please go back and re-read, there are a lot of precursors to this ending!

Summary: Y/N’s happy ending is threatened by a car crash yet again, will it ruin their family or reunite them once and for all?

Warnings: Car accident, memory loss, a whole lot of fluff

Pairings: Jared x Stepdaughter!Reader, Genevieve x Goddaughter!Reader, Jensen x Niece!Reader, Misha x Niece!Reader, Danneel x Niece!Reader, Vicki x Niece!Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

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Jared took a long look at Gen and kissed her pale temple. He looked up at Jensen and nodded.

“I need to see Y/N.” He smiled sadly, “Will you stay with her please?” He looked to Danneel.

“Of course, I’ll call the minute something changes,” She smiled at him nodding her head. 

Jared nodded and followed Jensen out of the room, sighing softly. Jensen patted his hand on his back and lead him towards Y/N’s room.

Jared could hear you thrashing and shouting from the end of the corridor. His eyes widened and he quickened his pace to see you. 

“Woah, Woah Y/N, Y/N.” Jared grabbed your flailing arms and looked into your eyes and whispered your name softly seeing you visibly calm down. 

“Jared?” You looked at him softly, glad you recognised a familiar face. You collapsed into his chest, breathing heavily.

“I’m here, I’m here.” He gave Misha and Jensen a worried look over your head. Why were you so unsettled?

“I didn’t know where I was, I was so confused. Wait. Where’s Mom?” You asked frantically.

“She’s fine she’s in another room sleeping.” Jared sighed, deciding not to go into the gory details.

“What happened? Who are these men standing in my room?” You asked with a puzzled look on your face.

Jared looked between you, Jensen and Misha confused. Then it clicked.

“You called me Jared,” He sighed making you look at him weirdly. “Y/N what’s the last thing you remember?” 

“Me and Mom going to pick you up from the airport.” You spoke as if it was obvious, getting scared at the concern etched onto his face. “What? What is it?” You looked around at the men in the room, all of them with the same sad look on their faces. 

“Y/N your Mom died 6 years ago in a car crash. You’ve lived with Gen since then and with me and Gen for the past 2 years,” Jared sighed. “This is your Uncle Jensen and Uncle Misha, my co-stars.” He gestured to the men beside him.

“What?” You asked tears forming in your eyes. “NO, you’re wrong! You’re wrong!” You shouted.

“Y/N,” Jensen tried, speaking softly. 

“Get out. All of you. GET OUT!” You shouted letting your tears roll down your cheeks.

The men ushered out of your room and looked to Jared softly. 

“You okay man? That was a lot.” Jensen patted his hand on his back.

“Yeah, it was just hard to relive it all.” Jared sighed, “Look I’ve got to go find her doctor. Can you go sit with Gen? Just so I know she has people.”

They both nodded and gave him a solemn hug before walking down the corridor. 

Once Jared had spoken to your doctor and allowed him to do a few tests he walked back into your room hoping you had calmed down. 

“You can sit down,” You smiled sadly. Jared obliged and took your hand looking to the doctor for answers. 

“Y/N has suffered from trauma from the car accident and is suffering from localised dissociative amnesia. She has forgotten the most painful part of her life and has lost all the memory from then to now. However, this should come back within the next few days. Just be patient.” The doctor smiled. 

“Thanks, doc.” Jared smiled and shook his hand. He looked back towards your sad face.

“Okay, fill me in.” You sighed softly, knowing you had a whole 6 years to catch up on, making Jared smile softly. 

Just as Jared was recounting the engagement one of the men from before, who you had now come to know as Jensen, popped in looked at Jared urgently and just said, “It’s Gen.”

You’ve never seen him jump out of his chair so fast. You looked up at him worried.

“Can I come? Please, if I lost you for 4 years I don’t want to be away from you another moment in case it happens again.” You begged him, making him nod indecisively. 

Jensen got you a wheelchair and wheeled you down behind Jared’s long strides to Gen’s room. He hadn’t uttered a word about whether it was good or bad news since he’d barged in on your reminiscing but the tug at the corner of his mouth suggested it was good news. 

“Gen!” Jared exclaimed as he saw her eyes open and her talking softly to Daneel, sat up slightly in bed.

“Jare, how are we all? Oh Y/N look at you.” Gen exclaimed reaching out for your hands. Jensen wheeled you closer so you could grab on.

“I have memory loss.” You stated sadly, looking into Gen’s pained eyes.

“We’ll get through it, like a proper family,” Jared smiled putting his arms around his girls.

*2 months later*

Recovery had been tough on all of you, your memory came flooding back a few weeks after the accident causing your heart to break all over again, Gen had a lot of rehabilitation and Jared was rushing himself about silly looking after you both. As a family, you had decided to set something to look forwards to as a recovery goal. Your adoption.

The day had come and Jared had gone to the courts to sign the forms, you and Gen were waiting in the foyer, arm in arm. Your life as a family was about to begin. As Jared came out waving the papers and smiling you shrieked in delight and ran and jumped to hug him, him spinning you around.

“I am now officially your Dad.” He sighed clapping his hands on yours and Gen’s backs. “To commemorate this occasion I have come up with an amazing Dad joke so brace yourselves.” His voice rose with anticipation.

“Oh god, Dad please don’t.” You begged laughing.

“You’re gonna love it. What do you call someone with no body and no nose? Huh?” He laughed at himself.

“Go on before you die with excitement,” Gen sighed jokingly.

“Nobody knows!” He laughed at himself, looking at the two of you waiting for you to join in. 

“That was terrible.” You laughed, your Mom nodding in agreement. 

“Right let’s go we have a wedding to get to.” Jared winked making you look at him in surprise.

“What?” You asked confused.

“Surprise! You’re the maid of honour so we gotta go get ready quick!” Gen squealed, grabbing your hand and taking you across the courtroom foyer to the changing rooms where Danneel and Vicki were waiting with makeup and tongs. 

“You were all in on this?” You asked laughing. 

“Of course, now chop chop get in the chair so I can work my magic.” Danneel laughed, ushering you into the chair in front of her.

Walking down the aisle with Jensen and Misha by your side was surreal, your family dream was finally becoming a reality. You stood to the side looking at your Dad and grinning. You turned to see your Mom walking down the small aisle in the courthouse, in a simple gown and watched your Dad physically go weak at the knees. 

You looked around the room seeing your Mom and Dad’s closest friends and family and sighed, you were finally part of something special. You spent the whole ceremony feeling grateful and teary listening to the absolute adoration they shared for each other. Your parents made this happen, even though they weren’t around they gave you the best life you could have asked for. 

“Time for the honeymoon,” Jensen grinned once you had all gone out for a celebratory meal. 

“Honeymoon?” You asked inquisitively, this day had already been overwhelming enough. “You’re leaving me so soon?”

“You’re coming with stupid!” Jared laughed softly, “We’re going to the summer cabin, and everyone is invited.” 

“Really?” You squealed making the adults laugh.

“Of course, Honey’s coming too.” Gen laughed and gave you a kiss on the forehead. 

That night you started the long road trip to Malibu from Texas, taking a full day it made you exhausted. You slept most of the next day and woke up to the smell of BBQ wafting through the house. 

You quickly got dressed and grabbed your denim jacket heading out to your favourite spot, greeting your family as you went by. You sat on the dock and looked out onto the lake, just as you did 6 years ago and sighed. You were finally a family again, this time with different people and a whole lot more love. Honey came bounding over to your side licking your face making you giggle, followed by your Dad behind.

“You okay sweetie?” 

“Just reminiscing, I sat in this spot 6 years ago, so much has changed but I still feel so loved.”

“You always will be, we’re a family now.” Your Mom came over and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders.

“We’re never getting split up ever again,” Jared muttered to himself, smiling at the scene of his family all together once more.

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